In Times Of War, The Law Falls

It Is Difficult To Persuade Mankind That The Love Of Virtue Is The Love Of Themselves.

Everyone Cleaves To The Doctrine He Has Happened Upon, As To A Rock Against Which He Has Been Thrown By Tempest.

The Beginnings Of All Things Are Small.

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

Always The Same Thing.