When Socrates, after being relieved of his irons, felt the relish of the itching that their weight had caused in his legs, he rejoiced to consider the close alliance between pain and pleasure.

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Opinion is a powerful party, bold, and without measure.

Order a purge for your brain, it will there be much better employed than upon your stomach.

Glory and repose are things that cannot possibly inhabit in one and the same place.

Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.

Obstinacy and heat in argument are surest proofs of folly. Is there anything so stubborn, obstinate, disdainful, contemplative, grave, or serious, as an ass?