That is why Bias jested with those who were going through the perils of a great storm with him and calling on the gods for help: "Shut up," he said, "so that they do not realize that you are here with me.

Our thoughts are always elsewhere; we are stayed and supported by the hope for a better life, or by the hope that our children will turn out well, or that our name will be famous in the future, or that we shall escape the evils of this life, or that vengeance threatens those who are the cause of our death.

Men are most apt to believe what they least understand.

'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

Everyone gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use in his own country.

The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.