As great edifices collapse of their own weight, so Heaven sets a similar limit to the growth of prosperous states.
Poverty, the mother of manhood. Also, the mother of prostitution.
Make us enemies of every people on earth, but save us from civil war.
The prosperous man does not know whether he is loved.
The abode of God, too, is wherever is earth and sea and air, and sky and virtue. Why further do we seek the Gods of heaven? Whatever thou dost behold and whatever thou dost touch, that is Jupiter.
Deny a strong man his due, and he will take all he can get.