Laws are silent in time of war.

It is a man's own dishonesty, his crimes, his wickedness, and boldness, that takes away from him soundness of mind; these are the furies, these the flames and firebrands, of the wicked.

A tear dries quickly when it is shed for troubles of others.

While the sick man has life, there is hope.

Nothing is so unbelievable that oratory cannot make it acceptable.

How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of despising glory.

Through ignorance of what is good and what is bad, the life of men is greatly perplexed.