Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.
History is a pack of lies we play on the dead.
Let us confess it: evil strides the world.
Where there is friendship, there is our natural soil.
The Holy Roman Empire is neither Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire.
The art of government is to make two-thirds of a nation pay all it possibly can pay for the benefit of the other third.