The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.

An envious man waxeth lean with the fatness of his neighbors. Envy is the daughter of pride, the author of murder and revenge, the beginner of secret sedition and the perpetual tormentor of virtue. Envy is the filthy slime of the soul; a venom, a poison, or quicksilver which consumeth the flesh and drieth up the marrow of the bones.

Laws are not made for the good.

Virtue does not come from wealth, but wealth, and every other good thing which men have comes from virtue.

But already it is time to depart, for me to die, for you to go on living; which of us takes the better course, is concealed from anyone except God.

Neither I nor any other man should, on trial or in way, contrive to avoid death at any cost.