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.

Note that the eating of flesh is not only physically against nature, but it also makes us spiritually coarse and gross by reason of satiety and surfeit.

Real excellence, indeed, is most recognized when most openly looked into.

Wise men are able to make a fitting use even of their enmities.

They fought indeed and were slain, but it was to maintain the luxury and the wealth of other men.

What can they suffer that do not fear to die?

To be ignorant of the lives of the most celebrated men of antiquity is to continue in a state of childhood all our days.