"You Athenians ought to pass a law banishing all your speakers," Chares drawled. "Then there might be some chance that you would adopt a policy and stick to it. As it is, the infernal skill of these men makes you believe first one thing and then another, until you end by not knowing what to think."
"You mean we have plenty of counsellors but no counsel," Clearchus replied.
"That's it, exactly," Chares said. "And that man, Demosthenes, will bring you to grief yet, some day."
"All your states have had their turn of power," Aristotle said, "and none has been able to keep it. There is another day coming and it will be the day of the Macedonian. He dreams of making you all one."
"Let him keep away from my country with his dreams," Leonidas remarked.
"There spoke the lion!" laughed Clearchus. "Stubborn to the last."
"Did you hear what old Phocion said when he came out of the Theatre?" asked a young man with a shrill voice who sat on the right.
"No; what was it?" Clearchus inquired.
"Demosthenes wanted to know what he thought of his oration," the narrator said. "You know Demosthenes likes to hear himself praised and he would almost give his right hand for a compliment from Phocion, the 'pruner of his periods,' as he calls him. 'It was only indifferent,' the old fellow told him, 'but good enough to cost you your life.' You should have seen how pale Demosthenes grew; but Phocion put his hand on his shoulder and said, 'Never mind; for this once, I think I can save thee.'"
"They say Phocion is an honest man," Chares remarked.