We Are More Curious About The Meaning

He Lit A Lamp In Broad Daylight And Said, As He Went About, "i Am Looking For A Human."

To Arrive At Perfection, A Man Should Have Very Sincere Friends Or Inveterate Enemies; Because He Would Be Made Sensible Of His Good Or Ill Conduct, Either By The Censures Of The One Or The Admonitions Of The Other.

One Day, Observing A Child Drinking Out Of His Hands, He Cast Away The Cup From His Wallet With The Words, "a Child Has Beaten Me In Plainness Of Living."

The Mob Is The Mother Of Tyrants.

It Is The Privilege Of The Gods To Want Nothing, And Of Godlike Men To Want Little.