All Men Whilst They Are Awake Are

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."

Not By Lamentations And Mournful Chants Ought We To Celebrate The Funeral Of A Good Man, But By Hymns, For In Ceasing To Be Numbered With Mortals He Enters Upon The Heritage Of A Diviner Life.

There Is No Perfecter Endowment In Man Than Political Virtue.

He Is A Fool Who Leaves Things Close At Hand To Follow What Is Out Of Reach.

Knavery Is The Best Defense Against A Knave.