Virtue is the beauty of the soul.
Nothing is to be preferred before justice.
Let us reflect in this way, too, that there is good hope that death is a blessing, for it is one of two things: either the dead are nothing and have no perception of anything, or it is, as we are told, a change and a relocation for the soul from here to another place.
The same wind is blowing, and yet one of us may be cold and the other not.
Knowledge is our ultimate good.
Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.