Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

The sinews of war are infinite money.

There has never been a poet or orator who thought another better than himself.

It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in chains, it is an enormity to flog one, sheer murder to slay one: what, then, shall I say of crucifixion? It is impossible to find the word for such an abomination.

Rashness is the companion of youth, prudence of old age.

Sed nescio quo modo nihil tam absurde dici potest quod non dicatur ab aliquo philosphorum. (There is nothing so absurd but some philosopher has said it.)

For nothing is more commendable, nothing more becoming in a preeminently great man than courtesy and forbearance.