Can Any Praise Be Worthy Of The

One Never Errs More Safely Than When One Errs By Too Much Loving The Truth.

It Is Not The Punishment But The Cause That Makes The Martyr.

We Enjoy Some Gratification When Our Good Friends Die; For Though Their Death Leaves Us In Sorrow, We Have The Consolatory Assurance That They Are Beyond The Ills By Which In This Life Even The Best Of People Are Broken Down Or Corrupted.

When [men] Go To War, What They Want Is To Impose On Their Enemies The Victor's Will And Call It Peace.

Is Any Man Skillful Enough To Have Fashioned Himself?