Friendship Is A Single Soul Dwelling In

There Is Nothing Strange In The Circle Being The Origin Of Any And Every Marvel.

For Suppose That Every Tool We Had Could Perform Its Task, Either At Our Bidding Or Itself Perceiving The Need, And If-like The Statues Made By Dædalus Or The Tripods Of Hephæstus, Of Which The Poet Says That "self-moved They Enter The Assembly Of The Gods" - Shuttles In A Loom Could Fly To And Fro And A Plectrum Play A Lyre All Self-moved, Then Master-craftsmen Would Have No Need Of Servants Nor Masters Of Slaves.

The Good Citizen Need Not Of Necessity Possess The Virtue Which Makes A Good Man.

A Friend Is A Second Self.

If You Would Understand Anything, Observe Its Beginning And Its Development