We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

Death Is Not Natural For A State As It Is For A Human Being, For Whom Death Is Not Only Necessary, But Frequently Even Desirable.

If Only Every Man Would Make Proper Use Of His Strength And Do His Utmost, He Need Never Regret His Limited Ability.

Brevity Is A Great Charm Of Eloquence.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

Laws Are Silent In Time Of War.