Glory and repose are things that cannot possibly inhabit in one and the same place.

Oh these foolish men! They could not create so much as a worm, but they create gods by the dozens.

Since we cannot match it let us take our revenge by abusing it.

Socrates, who was a perfect model in all great qualities, ... hit on a body and face so ugly and so incongruous with the beauty of his soul, he who was so madly in love with beauty.

No man is so exquisitely honest or upright in living, but that ten times in his life he might not lawfully be hanged.

I had rather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victory.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.