The ideal state is that in which an injury done to the least of its citizens is an injury done to all.
No man is happy; he is at best fortunate.
Satiety comes of riches and contumaciousness of satiety.
No more good must be attempted than the nation can bear
If through your vices you afflicted are, Lay not the blame of your distress on God; You made your rulers mighty, gave them guards, So now you groan 'neath slavery's heavy rod.
Poets tell many lies.