A Man Has No Enemy Worse Than

I Cannot Find A Faithful Message-bearer," He Wrote To His Friend, The Scholar Atticus. "how Few Are They Who Are Able To Carry A Rather Weighty Letter Without Lightening It By Reading.

Because All The Sick Do Not Recover, Therefore Medicine Is Not An Art.

Pleasure Blinds (so To Speak) The Eyes Of The Mind, And Has No Fellowship With Virtue.

Old Age By Nature Is Rather Talkative.

They Who Say That We Should Love Our Fellow-citizens But Not Foreigners, Destroy The Universal Brotherhood Of Mankind, With Which Benevolence And Justice Would Perish Forever.