To Make An Empire Durable, The Magistrates

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.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

Society Is Well Governed When Its People Obey The Magistrates, And The Magistrates Obey The Law.

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.