In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.

Nothing has more strength than dire necessity.

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.

Old age is not a total misery. Experience helps.

Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.

If all men saw the fair and wise the same men would not have debaters' double strife.