Grief Is Not In The Nature Of

Nihil Est Incertius Vulgo, Nihil Obscurius Voluntate Hominum, Nihil Fallacius Ratione Tota Comitiorum. (nothing Is More Unpredictable Than The Mob, Nothing More Obscure Than Public Opinion, Nothing More Deceptive Than The Whole Political System.)

For To Me Every Sort Of Peace With The Citizens Seemed To Be Of More Service Than Civil War.

If You Wish To Persuade Me, You Must Think My Thoughts, Feel My Feelings, And Speak My Words.

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

He Who Has Once Deviated From The Truth, Usually Commits Perjury With As Little Scruple As He Would Tell A Lie.