A Half Truth Is The Worst Of

Society Is Well Governed When Its People Obey The Magistrates, And The Magistrates Obey The Law.

Call No Man Happy Until He Is Dead.

Watch Well Each Separate Citizen, Lest Having In His Heart Of Hearts A Secret Spear, One Still May Come Saluting You With Cheerful Face, And Utter With A Double Tongue The Feigned Good Wishes Of His Wary Mind.

Let No Man Be Called Happy Before His Death. Till Then, He Is Not Happy, Only Lucky.

Satiety Comes Of Riches And Contumaciousness Of Satiety.