The Mob Is The Mother Of Tyrants.

Lust Is A Strong Tower Of Mischief, And Hath In It Many Defenders, As Neediness, Anger, Paleness, Discord, Love, And Longing.

Other Dogs Bite Only Their Enemies, Whereas I Bite Also My Friends In Order To Save Them.

He Was Seized And Dragged Off To King Philip, And Being Asked Who He Was, Replied, "a Spy Upon Your Insatiable Greed."

Of What Use Is A Philosopher Who Doesn't Hurt Anybody's Feelings?

We Have Complicated Every Simple Gift Of The Gods.