“A desire to resist oppression is implanted in the nature of man.”

Secure against the designs of men, secure against the malignity of the Gods, they have accomplished a thing of infinite difficulty; that to them nothing remains even to be wished.

Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

The unknown always passes for the marvellous.

It is less difficult to bear misfortunes than to remain uncorrupted by pleasure.

He (Tiberius) was wont to mock at the arts of physicians, and at those who, after thirty years of age, needed counsel as to what was good or bad for their bodies.

More faults are often committed while we are trying to oblige than while we are giving offense.

The love of dominion is the most engrossing passion.

All inconsiderate enterprises are impetuous at first, but soon lanquish. [Lat., Omnia inconsulti impetus coepta, initiis valida, spatio languescunt.]

The love of fame is a love that even the wisest of men are reluctant to forgo.

None make a greater show of sorrow than those who are most delighted.

Modest fame is not to be despised by the highest characters. [Lat., Modestiae fama neque summis mortalibus spernenda est.]

The hatred of those who are near to us is most violent.

Custom adapts itself to expediency.

Things forbidden have a secret charm.

A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.

No hatred is so bitter as that of near relations.

It was like a heart transplant. We tried to implant college in him but his head rejected it.