The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.
Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.
Get money, still get money, boy, no matter by what means.
It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused; the understanding is not.
Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Peace is never more than one thought away.