Nothing Quite New Is Perfect.

This Excessive Licence, Which The Anarchists Think Is The Only True Freedom, Provides The Stock, As It Were, From Which A Tyrant Grows.

Friendship Is Given Us By Nature, Not To Favor Vice, But To Aid Virtue.

Of All The Rewards Of Virtue, . . . The Most Splendid Is Fame, For It Is Fame Alone That Can Offer Us The Memory Of Posterity.

Nothing So Cements And Holds Together All The Parts Of A Society As Faith Or Credit, Which Can Never Be Kept Up Unless Men Are Under Some Force Or Necessity Of Honestly Paying What They Owe To One Another.

Even While Jerusalem Was Standing And The Jews Were At Peace With Us, The Practice Of Their Sacred Rites Was At Variance With The Glory Of Our Empire, The Dignity Of Our Name, The Customs Of Our Ancestors.