“He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.”

One man by delay restored the state, for he preferred the public safety to idle report.

Whom men fear they hate, and whom they hate, they wish dead.

One man by delaying saved the state for us.

That is true liberty, which bears a pure and firm breast.

A true friend is a friend when in difficulty.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so

To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.

The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.

A true friend is distinguished in the crisis of hazard and necessity; when the gallantry of his aid may show the worth of his soul and the loyalty of his heart.

Ennius was the father of Roman poetry, because he first introduced into Latin the Greek manner and in particular the hexameter metre.

Don’t ask of your friends what you yourself can do.

They hate whom they fear.

Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.

Let no one honour me with tears, or bury me with lamentation. Why? Because I fly hither and thither, living in the mouths of me. [Lat., Nemo me lacrymis decoret, nec funera fletu. Faxit cur? Volito vivu’ per ora virum.]

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

The dirty wax of egotism accumulated in the heart prevents us from clearly hearing the Lord’s voice within. A guru, with the stick of knowledge, cleans our hearts. It’s really ugly to see what may come out, but by following patiently, we keep cleaning.

It’s so beautiful at this hour. The sun is low, the shadows are long, the air is cold and clean. You won’t be awake for another five hours, but I can’t help feeling that we’re sharing this clear and beautiful morning.

Food sacred to the manes or to the gods must be given to a man distinguished by sacred knowledge, for hands, smeared with blood, cannot be cleansed with blood.

When your room is clean and uncluttered, you have no choice but to examine your inner state.

Tidy a little a day and you’ll be tidying forever.

The cup has to be left clean and empty for the divine liquor to be poured into it.

One reason so many of us never succeed at tidying is because we have too much stuff.

The experiences of your past life which are stored within come up to the surface to be rejected. By rejecting all these by and by the inside will have to be cleansed.