I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised. - Plutarch

Once when Phocion had delivered an opinion which pleased the people,… he turned to his friend and said, "Have I not unawares spoken some mischievous thing or other?"

The truly pious must negotiate a difficult course between the precipice of godlessness and the marsh of superstition.

When therefore we once begin so to love good men, as not only (according to Plato) to esteem the wise man himself happy, and him who hears his discourses sharer in his felicity, but also to admire and love his habit, gait, look, and very smile, so as to wish ourselves to be that very person, then we may be assured that we have made very good proficiency.