But when returning into herself she [the soul] reflects; then she passes into the realm of purity, and eternity, and immortality, and unchangeableness, which are her kindred, and with them she ever lives, when she is by herself and is not let or hindered; then she ceases from her erring ways, and being in communion with the unchanging is unchanging. And this state of the soul is called wisdom. The Trials Of Socrates

Arms are of little value in the field unless there is wise counsel at home. On Duties

Light sorrows speak, but deeper ones are dumb. Hippolytus

Never know whose thoughts you're chewing. Ulysses