The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.
All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.