The Real Friend Is Another Self.

All The Arts, Which Have A Tendency To Raise Man In The Scale Of Being, Have A Certain Common Band Of Union, And Are Connected, If I May Be Allowed To Say So, By Blood-relationship With One Another.

He Removes The Greatest Ornament Of Friendship Who Takes Away From It Respect.

In Anger Nothing Right Nor Judicious Can Be Done.

Laws Are Silent In Time Of War.

Every One Is Least Known To Himself, And It Is Very Difficult For A Man To Know Himself.