Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.

Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.

Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.

The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.

Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.