Words will build no walls.

Justice makes the life of such as are in prosperity, power and authority the life of a god, and injustice turns it to that of a beast.

Nor is drunkenness censured for anything so much as its intemperate and endless talk.

Rather I fear on the contrary that while we banish painful thoughts we may banish memory as well.

Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the funeral of a good man, but by hymns, for in ceasing to be numbered with mortals he enters upon the heritage of a diviner life.

Anger turns the mind out of doors and bolts the entrance.

Nor let us part with justice, like a cheap and common thing, for a small and trifling price.