Cato the Younger

When he was still a little boy, and was asked whom he loved most, he answered, My brother; and to the question whom he loved next, likewise, My brother; and so a third time, until, after many such answers from him, his questioner desisted. And when he came to maturity, he maintained all the more firmly this affection for his brother. Indeed, when he was twenty years old, without Caepio he would not take supper, or make a journey, or go out into the forum.

But when his brother used perfume, Cato would decline it; and in his habits generally he was severe and strict. At any rate, when Caepio was admired and praised for his discretion and moderation, he would admit that he had those qualities when tested by reference to most men, But when, he would say, I compare my life with that of Cato, I seem to myself no better than Sippius,—mentioning one of those who were celebrated for luxury and effeminacy.