The soul of a civilization is its religion, and it dies with its faith.
How much more suffering is caused by the thought of death than by death itself.
The great snare of thought is uncritical acceptance of irrational assumptions.
Rome remained great as long as she had enemies who forced her to unity, vision, and heroism. When she had overcome them all she flourished for a moment and then began to die.
Communism is the opiate of the people.
History is mostly guessing; the rest is prejudice.