The soul is the captain and ruler of the life of morals.

A small state increases by concord; the greatest falls gradually to ruin by dissension.

In my own case, who have spent my whole life in the practice of virtue, right conduct from habitual has become natural.

Small communities grow great through harmony, great ones fall to pieces through discord.

While the body is young and fine, the soul blunders, but as the body grows old it attains its highest power. Again, every good soul uses mind; but no body can produce mind: for how should that which is without mind produce mind? Again, while the soul uses the body as an instrument, it is not in it; just as the engineer is not in his engines (although many engines move without being touched by any one).

The firmest friendship is based on an identity of likes and dislikes.

Necessity makes even the timid brave.