A man's word Is believed just to the extent of the wealth in his coffers stored.

One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.

To have slaved so many years for nothing!

Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.

Great power which incites great envy, hurls some men to destruction; they are drowned in a long splendid stream of honors.

It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.

Remorse is the fruit of crime.