A Soldier Told Pelopidas, "we Are Fallen

... Being Perpetually Charmed By His Familiar Siren, That Is, By His Geometry, He Neglected To Eat And Drink And Took No Care Of His Person; That He Was Often Carried By Force To The Baths, And When There He Would Trace Geometrical Figures In The Ashes Of The Fire, And With His Finger Draws Lines Upon His Body When It Was Anointed With Oil, Being In A State Of Great Ecstasy And Divinely Possessed By His Science.

The Measure Of A Man's Life Is The Well Spending Of It, And Not The Length.

Lysander Said That The Law Spoke Too Softly To Be Heard In Such A Noise Of War.

To Find Fault Is Easy; To Do Better May Be Difficult.

An Old Doting Fool, With One Foot Already In The Grave.