It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.

A man in power, once becoming obnoxious, his acts, good or bad, will work out his ruin.

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.

Secure against the designs of men, secure against the malignity of the Gods, they have accomplished a thing of infinite difficulty; that to them nothing remains even to be wished.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

War will of itself discover and lay open the hidden and rankling wounds of the victorious party.

The worst crimes were dared by a few, willed by more and tolerated by all.