“An honor prudently declined often returns with increased luster.”

The troubles which have come upon us always seem more serious than those which are only threatening.

A certain peace is better and safer than a victory in prospect; the former is at your own disposal, the latter depends upon the gods.

We can endure neither our vices nor their cure.

In grave difficulties, and with little hope, the boldest measures are the safest.

This was the Athenians’ war against the King of Macedon, a war of words. Words are the only weapons the Athenians have left.

When Tarquin the Proud was asked what was the best mode of governing a conquered city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the tallest poppies in his garden.

No wickedness proceeds on any grounds of reason.

Never is work without reward, or reward without work.

Valor is the soldier’s adornment.

He is truly a man who will not permit himself to be unduly elated when fortune’s breeze is favorable, or cast down when it is adverse.

Nothing hurts worse than the loss of money.

Rome has grown since its humble beginnings that it is now overwhelmed by its own greatness.

There is always more spirit in attack than in defence.

Resistance to criminal rashness comes better late than never.

Envy, like flames, soars upwards.

Truth, they say, is but too often in difficulties, but is never finally suppressed.

You have to be proud of who you are.

But we must not, if we are loyal, disperse our energies in a partisan warfare that is waged without regard to its consequences to the well being, security, or honor of the country.

To impute our recovery to medicine, and to carry our view no further, is to rob God of His honor, and is saying in effect that He has parted with the keys of life and death, and, by giving to a drug the power to heal us, has placed our lives out of His own reach.

As virtue is necessary in a republic, and honor in a monarchy, fear is what is required in a despotism. As for virtue, it is not at all necessary, and honor would be dangerous there.

Our own heart, and not other men’s opinion, forms our true honor.

Art, when it functions like this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the enduring, guts, and honor.

He who would pass his declining years with honor and comfort, should, when young, consider that he may one day become old, and remember when he is old, that he has once been young.

Honour’s a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind’s distinguishing perfection