In this statement, my Scipio, I build on your own admirable definition, that there can be no community, properly so called, unless it be regulated by a combination of rights. And by this definition it appears that a multitude of men may be just as tyrannical as a single despot and indeed this is the most odious of all tyrannies, since no monster can be more barbarous than the mob, which assumes the name and mask of the people.

In friendship we find nothing false or insincere; everything is straight forward, and springs from the heart.

The happiest end of life is this: when the mind and the other senses being unimpaired, the same nature which put it together takes asunder her own work.

Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.

History is indeed the witness of the times, the light of truth.

Care must be taken that the punishment does not exceed the offence.

Who doesn't know that the first law of history is not to dare to say anything false, and the second is not to refrain from saying anything true?