To One That Promised To Give Him

Of All The Disorders In The Soul, Envy Is The Only One No One Confesses To.

For, In The Language Of Heraclitus, The Virtuous Soul Is Pure And Unmixed Light, Springing From The Body As A Flash Of Lightning Darts From The Cloud. But The Soul That Is Carnal And Immersed In Sense, Like A Heavy And Dank Vapor, Can With Difficulty Be Kindled, And Caused To Raise Its Eyes Heavenward.

Vultures Are The Most Righteous Of Birds: They Do Not Attack Even The Smallest Living Creature.

I Do Not Think That Shoemaker A Good Workman That Makes A Great Shoe For A Little Foot.

Thrasyllus The Cynic Begged A Drachm Of Antigonus. "that," Said He, "is Too Little For A King To Give." "why, Then," Said The Other, "give Me A Talent." "and That," Said He, "is Too Much For A Cynic (or, For A Dog) To Receive."