All Empire Is No More Than Power

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.