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.

Pythagoras, when he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of this world.

For the wise man, every day is a festival.

Beauty is the flower of virtue.

The measure of a man is the way he bears up under misfortune.

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

When malice is joined to envy, there is given forth poisonous and feculent matter, as ink from the cuttle-fish.