The hatred of those who are near to us is most violent.
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.
Greater things are believed of those who are absent.
The worst hatred is that of relatives.
In the struggle between those seeking power there is no middle course.
The desire for glory clings even to the best men longer than any other passion.