For women's tears are but the sweat of eyes.

By his own verdict no guilty man was ever acquitted.

He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.

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

Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.

All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparatively speaking, are willing to pay the price.

The grape becomes tinted from the grape it comes in contact with.