Men of sense often learn from their enemies. It is from their foes, not their friends, that cities learn the lesson of building high walls and ships of war.

Under every stone lurks a politician.

Have you ever, looking up, seen a cloud like to a Centaur, a Part, or a Wolf, or a Bull?

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.

You vote yourselves salaries out of the public funds and care only for your own personal interests; hence the state limps along.

Characteristics of a popular politician: a horrible voice, bad breeding, and a vulgar manner.

Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.