The eyes those silent tongues of love.

Give the devil his due.

Truly I was born to be an example of misfortune, and a target at which the arrows of adversary are aimed.

For historians ought to be precise, truthful, and quite unprejudiced, and neither interest nor fear, hatred nor affection, should cause them to swerve from the path of truth, whose mother is history, the rival of time, the depository of great actions, the witness of what is past, the example and instruction of the present, the monitor of the future.

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths.

He preaches well that lives well

A Man Without Honor is Worse than Dead.