Flattery labors under the odious charge of servility.
A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.
This I regard as history's highest function, to let no worthy action be uncommemorated, and to hold out the reprobation of posterity as a terror to evil words and deeds.
They make solitude, which they call peace.
Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure
None mourn more ostentatiously over the death of Germanicus than those who most rejoice at it [a death].