People flatter us because they can depend upon our credulity.
It is a principle of human nature to hate those whom we have injured.
The desire of glory is the last infirmity cast off even by the wise.
They make a desert and call it peace.
The grove is the centre of their whole religion. It is regarded as the cradle of the race and the dwelling-place of the supreme god to whom all things are subject and obedient.
Even honor and virtue make enemies, condemning, as they do, their opposites by too close a contrast.