Wealth Breeds Satiety, Satiety Outrage.

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.

Laws Are Like Spiders Webs Which, If Anything Small Falls Into Them They Ensnare It, But Large Things Break Through And Escape.

Say Nothing But Good Of The Dead.

No Man Is Happy; He Is At Best Fortunate.

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.