No Man Is Hurt But By Himself.

He Was Breakfasting In The Marketplace, And The Bystanders Gathered Round Him With Cries Of "dog." "it Is You Who Are Dogs," Cried He, "when You Stand Round And Watch Me At My Breakfast."

Discourse On Virtue And They Pass By In Droves. Whistle And Dance The Shimmy, And You've Got An Audience.

Those Who Have Virtue Always In Their Mouths, And Neglect It In Practice, Are Like A Harp, Which Emits A Sound Pleasing To Others, While Itself Is Insensible Of The Music.

Solon Used To Say That Speech Was The Image Of Actions; . . . That Laws Were Like Cobwebs, - For That If Any Trifling Or Powerless Thing Fell Into Them, They Held It Fast; While If It Were Something Weightier, It Broke Through Them And Was Off.

He Has The Most Who Is Most Content With The Least.