For as the body grows old, so the wits grow old and become blind towards all things alike.

History is marked by alternating movements across the imaginary line that separates East from West in Eurasia.

Those who are guided by reason are generally successful in their plans; those who are rash and precipitate seldom enjoy the favour of the gods.

Envy is so natural to human kind, that it cannot but arise.

I never yet feared those men who set a place apart in the middle of their cities where they gather to cheat one another and swear oaths which they break.

These 'messengers' will not be hindered from accomplishing at their best speed the distance which they have to go, either by snow, or rain, or heat, or by the darkness of night.

We have two useless gods who never leave our island, but like to dwell in it constantly, Poverty and Helplessness.