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.
SocratesI have lived long enough to learn how much there is I can really do without.... He is nearest to God who needs the fewest things.
SocratesNeither I nor any other man should, on trial or in way, contrive to avoid death at any cost.
SocratesNobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of the problem of wheat.
Socrates