Rumor is not always wrong

It is the rare fortune of these days that one may think what one likes and say what one thinks.

To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.

Those in supreme power always suspect and hate their next heir.

The principal office of history I take to be this: to prevent virtuous actions from being forgotten, and that evil words and deeds should fear an infamous reputation with posterity.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

All bodies are slow in growth but rapid in decay.