We Have Two Ears And

A Friend Is One Soul Abiding In Two Bodies.

The Mob Is The Mother Of Tyrants.

The Great Thieves Lead Away The Little Thief.

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."

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."