The greatest penalty of evil-doing is to grow into the likeness of bad men, and, growing like them, to fly from the conversation of the good, and be cut off from them, and cleave to and follow after the company of the bad.

May I do to others as I would that they should do unto me.

Thinking is the soul talking to itself.

Hereditary honors are a noble and a splendid treasure to descendants.

Arguments derived from probabilities are idle.

At the touch of love, everyone is a poet.

Welcome out of the cave, my friend. It's a bit colder out here, but the stars are just beautiful.