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.

The soul is cured of its maladies by certain incantations; these incantations are beautiful reasons, from which temperance is generated in souls.

Silence is a profound melody, for those who can hear it above all the noise.

I will not yield to any man contrary to what is right, for fear of death, even if I should die at once for not yielding.

If thou continuous to take delight in idle argumentation thou mayest be qualified to combat with the sophists, but will never know how to live with men.

Whenever a number of individuals have a common name, we assume them to have also a corresponding idea or form.

I call myself a Peaceful Warrior... because the battles we fight are on the inside.