Reason (n.) mixed with music and poetry is the only guardian that lives inside a person as the lifelong preserver of his virtue.
Reason (n.) is king of heaven and earth — a point on which all the wise agree, exalting themselves while they exalt it.
Reason (n.) enslaved to appetite is allowed to examine only one question: how a little money can be made into great wealth.
Reason (n.) as humans have it may fail to be the good; the true and divine reason is in quite another condition.
Reason (n.) wisely refrains from competing for first prize; its claim is only that it stands nearer than pleasure to whatever makes the mixed life good.
Reason (n.) is not the good itself — it lacks self-sufficiency — but it is infinitely nearer and more akin to the good than pleasure is.
Reason (n.) is the only voice within that is obeyed: nothing in oneself but the argument that on reflection seems best, and a death sentence does not change the arguments.
Reason (n.) is the one virtue not added by habit but belonging to something divine that never loses its power; it becomes useful or harmful only by which way it is turned.
Reason (n.) arrives late, if at all: children are full of spirit from birth, but some never get a share of rational calculation and most get it only late.