The most virtuous are those who content themselves with being virtuous without seeking to appear so.

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric... But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art - he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

In good speaking, should not the mind of the speaker know the truth of the matter about which he is to speak.

Man is a two-legged animal without feathers.

How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, "How does love suit with age, Sophocles - are you still the man you were?" he replied, "Peace, most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master."

The proud man is forsaken of God.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?