The Scythians take kannabis seed, creep in under the felts, and throw it on the red-hot stones. It smolders and sends up such billows of steam-smoke that no Greek vapor bath can surpass it. The Scythians howl with joy in these vapor-baths, which serve them instead of bathing, for they never wash their bodies with water.

Some give up their designs when they have almost reached the goal; while others, on the contrary, obtain a victory by exerting, at the last moment, more vigorous efforts than ever before.

Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.

Where wisdom is called for, force is of little use.

There is nothing more foolish, nothing more given to outrage than a useless mob.

Civil strife is as much a greater evil than a concerted war effort as war itself is worse than peace.

Illness strikes men when they are exposed to change.