The Mob Is The Mother Of Tyrants.

To The Question What Wine He Found Pleasant To Drink, He Replied, "that For Which Other People Pay."

I Threw My Cup Away When I Saw A Child Drinking From His Hands At The Trough.

When I Look Upon Seamen, Men Of Science And Philosophers, Man Is The Wisest Of All Beings; When I Look Upon Priests And Prophets Nothing Is As Contemptible As Man.

As A Matter Of Self-preservation, A Man Needs Good Friends Or Ardent Enemies, For The Former Instruct Him And The Latter Take Him To Task.

People Who Talk Well But Do Nothing Are Like Musical Intruments; The Sound Is All They Have To Offer.