By Words The Mind Is Winged.

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

[y]ou Possess All The Attributes Of A Demagogue; A Screeching, Horrible Voice, A Perverse, Crossgrained Nature And The Language Of The Market-place. In You All Is United Which Is Needful For Governing.

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.