Asked Where He Came From, He Said,

To Arrive At Perfection, A Man Should Have Very Sincere Friends Or Inveterate Enemies; Because He Would Be Made Sensible Of His Good Or Ill Conduct, Either By The Censures Of The One Or The Admonitions Of The Other.

A Friend Is One Soul Abiding In Two Bodies.

When Asked What Was The Proper Time For Supper: If You Are A Rich Man, Whenever You Please; And If You Are A Poor Man, Whenever You Can.

He Was Breakfasting In The Marketplace, And The Bystanders Gathered Round Him With Cries Of "dog." "it Is You Who Are Dogs," Cried He, "when You Stand Round And Watch Me At My Breakfast."

Blushing Is The Color Of Virtue.