Life Is Short, But Art Lives Forever.

As I Give Thought To The Matter, I Find Four Causes For The Apparent Misery Of Old Age; First, It Withdraws Us From Active Accomplishments; Second, It Renders The Body Less Powerful; Third, It Deprives Us Of Almost All Forms Of Enjoyment; Fourth, It Stands Not Far From Death.

Should This My Firm Persuasion Of The Soul's Immortality Prove To Be A Mere Delusion, It Is At Least A Pleasing Delusion, And I Will Cherish It To My Last Breath.

No Wise Man Ever Thought That A Traitor Should Be Trusted.

In This Statement, My Scipio, I Build On Your Own Admirable Definition, That There Can Be No Community, Properly So Called, Unless It Be Regulated By A Combination Of Rights. And By This Definition It Appears That A Multitude Of Men May Be Just As Tyrannical As A Single Despot And Indeed This Is The Most Odious Of All Tyrannies, Since No Monster Can Be More Barbarous Than The Mob, Which Assumes The Name And Mask Of The People.

An Unjust Peace Is Better Than A Just War.