I, for my part, wonder of what sort of feeling, mind or reason that man was possessed who was first to pollute his mouth with gore, and to allow his lips to touch the flesh of a murdered being: who spread his table with the mangled forms of dead bodies, and claimed as daily food and dainty dishes what but now were beings endowed with movement, perception and with voice. …but for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh, we deprive a soul of the sun and light, and of that portion of life and time it had been born in to the world to enjoy.

I confess myself the greatest coward in the world, for I dare not do an ill thing.

We rich men count our felicity and happiness to lie in these superfluities, and not in those necessary things.

Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.

When the strong box contains no more both friends and flatterers shun the door.

Courage stands halfway between cowardice and rashness, one of which is a lack, the other an excess of courage.

Demosthenes, when taunted by Pytheas that all his arguments "smelled of the lamp," replied, "Yes, but your lamp and mine, my friend, do not witness the same labours.