When A Draco Has Eaten Much Fruit,

Neither By Nature, Then, Nor Contrary To Nature Do The Virtues Arise In Us; Rather We Are Adapted By Nature To Receive Them, And Are Made Perfect By Habit.

A Man Becomes A Friend Whenever Being Loved He Loves In Return.

While Fiction Is Often Impossible, It Should Not Be Implausible.

No Notice Is Taken Of A Little Evil, But When It Increases It Strikes The Eye.

Bravery Is A Mean State Concerned With Things That Inspire Confidence And With Things Fearful ... And Leading Us To Choose Danger And To Face It, Either Because To Do So Is Noble, Or Because Not To Do So Is Base. But To Court Death As An Escape From Poverty, Or From Love, Or From Some Grievous Pain, Is No Proof Of Bravery, But Rather Of Cowardice.