As a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth, hard surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through his eyes, which is its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting him all aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn with love.

In a democracy only will the freeman of nature design to dwell.

The true runner comes to the finish and receives the prize and is crowned.

Democracy leads to anarchy, which is mob rule.

No one knows whether death may not be the greatest good that can happen to man.

And the first step, as you know, is always what matters most, particularly when we are dealing with those who are young and tender. That is the time when they are taking shape and when any impression we choose to make leaves a permanent mark.

I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.