Nature of man is not what he was born as, but what he is born for.
The soul is characterized by these capacities; self-nutrition, sensation, thinking, and movement.
Yellow-colored objects appear to be gold.
It may be argued that peoples for whom philosophers legislate are always prosperous.
The soul suffers when the body is diseased or traumatized, while the body suffers when the soul is ailing.
Every realm of nature is marvelous.
Virtue is the golden mean between two vices, the one of excess and the other of deficiency.
Happiness seems to require a modicum of external prosperity.
If purpose, then, is inherent in art, so is it in Nature also. The best illustration is the case of a man being his own physician, for Nature is like that – agent and patient at once.
The angry man wishes the object of his anger to suffer in return; hatred wishes its object not to exist.
Each human being is bred with a unique set of potentials that yearn to be fulfilled as surely as the acorn yearns to become the oak within it.
The young are heated by Nature as drunken men by wine.
Some vices miss what is right because they are deficient, others because they are excessive, in feelings or in actions, while virtue finds and chooses the mean.
It is no part of a physician’s business to use either persuasion or compulsion upon the patients.
Why do they call it proctology? Is it because analogy was already taken?
When a draco has eaten much fruit, it seeks the juice of the bitter lettuce; it has been seen to do this.
Truth is a remarkable thing. We cannot miss knowing some of it. But we cannot know it entirely.
Hippocrates is an excellent geometer but a complete fool in everyday affairs.
The fire at Lipara, Xenophanes says, ceased once for sixteen years, and came back in the seventeenth. And he says that the lavastream from Aetna is neither of the nature of fire, nor is it continuous, but it appears at intervals of many years.
He who confers a benefit on anyone loves him better than he is beloved.