A good man would prefer to be defeated than to defeat injustice by evil means.
The glory of wealth and of beauty is fleeting and frail; virtue is illustrious and everlasting.
By the wicked the good conduct of others is always dreaded.
Harmony makes small things grow; lack of it makes great things decay.
But the case has proved that to be true which Appius says in his songs, that each man is the maker of his own fate.
Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.