A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.

Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.

In war, truth is the first casualty.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.