To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

We Must Believe In The Gods No Longer If Injustice Is To Prevail Over Justice.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.