What Is More Agreeable Than One's Home?

Aristoteles Quidem Ait: 'omnes Ingeniosos Melancholicos Esse.' Aristotle Says That All Men Of Genius Are Melancholy.

When War Is Raging The Laws Are Dumb.

Laws Are Silent In Time Of War.

The Name Of Peace Is Sweet, The Thing Itself Is Most Salutary.

Nothing Is So Unpredictable As A Throw Of The Dice, And Yet Every Man Who Plays Often Will At Some Time Or Other Make A Venus-cast: Now And Then He Indeed Will Make It Twice And Even Thrice In Succession. Are We Going To Be So Feebleminded Then As To Aver That Such A Thing Happened By The Personal Intervention Of Venus Rather Than By Pure Luck?