If they are just, they are better than clever.
Great Time makes all things dim.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
No treaty is ever an impediment to a cheat.
Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.
What men have seen they know. . . .