He who without the Muse's madness in his soul comes knocking at the door of poesy and thinks that art will make him anything fit to be called a poet, finds that the poetry which he indites in his sober senses is beaten hollow by the poetry of madmen.

A man who really fights for justice must lead a private, not a public, life if he is to survive for even a short time.

Aspiring minds must sometimes sustain loss.

Wisdom alone is the science of others sciences.

Equals, the proverb goes, delight in equals.

Those who practice philosophy in the right way are in training for dying and they fear death least of all men.

And if we are good, we are beneficent: for all good things are beneficial. Are they not?