No More Good Must Be Attempted Than

Satiety Comes Of Riches And Contumaciousness Of Satiety.

If Through Your Vices You Afflicted Are, Lay Not The Blame Of Your Distress On God; You Made Your Rulers Mighty, Gave Them Guards, So Now You Groan 'neath Slavery's Heavy Rod.

Consider Your Honour, As A Gentleman, Of More Weight Than An Oath.

The Ideal State Is That In Which An Injury Done To The Least Of Its Citizens Is An Injury Done To All.

Often The Wicked Prosper, While The Righteous Starve; Yet I Would Never Exchange My State For Theirs, My Virtue For Their Gold. For Mine Endures, While Riches Change Their Owner Every Day.