Delight In Splendor Is No More Than

This Is Slavery, Not To Speak One's Thought.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Human Excellence Means Nothing Unless It Works With The Consent Of God.