Avarice And Luxury, Those Evils Which Have

Toil And Pleasure, Dissimilar In Nature, Are Nevertheless United By A Certain Natural Bond.

There Is An Old Saying Which, From Its Truth, Has Become Proverbial, That Friendships Should Be Immortal, Enmities Mortal.

This Was The Athenians' War Against The King Of Macedon, A War Of Words. Words Are The Only Weapons The Athenians Have Left.

The Populace Is Like The Sea Motionless In Itself, But Stirred By Every Wind, Even The Lightest Breeze.

Dignity Is A Matter Which Concerns Only Mankind.