Yield, Ye Arms, To The Toga; To

You Must Therefore Love Me, Myself, And Not My Circumstances, If We Are To Be Real Friends.

In A Republic This Rule Ought To Be Observed: That The Majority Should Not Have The Predominant Power.

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.

History Is The Witness That Testifies To The Passing Of Time.

Secret Enmities Are More To Be Feared Than Open Ones.