That City In Which Those Who Are

If All Men Were To Bring Their Miseries Together In One Place, Most Would Be Glad To Take Each His Own Home Again Rather Than Take A Portion Out Of The Common Stock.

I Grow Old, Ever Learning Many Things.

Watch Well Each Separate Citizen, Lest Having In His Heart Of Hearts A Secret Spear, One Still May Come Saluting You With Cheerful Face, And Utter With A Double Tongue The Feigned Good Wishes Of His Wary Mind.

Many Evil Men Are Rich, And Good Men Poor, But We Shall Not Exchange With Them Our Excellence For Riches.

Wealth Breeds Satiety, Satiety Outrage.