Of Every One-Hundred Men, Ten shouldn't even be there, Eighty are nothing but targets, Nine are real fighters... We are lucky to have them... They make the battle. Ah but the One, One of them is a Warrior... and He will bring the others back.

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.

It pertains to all men to know themselves and to learn self-control.

Character is destiny.

All human laws are nourished by one divine law.

Speaking with sense we must fortify ourselves in the common sense of all, as a city is fortified by its law, and even more forcefully. For all human laws are nourished by the one divine law. For it prevails as far as it will and suffices for all and is superabundant.

It is better to conceal ignorance than to expose it.

Dogs, also, bark at what they do not know.

Corpses are more fit to be cast out than dung.

Men are at variance with the one thing with which they are in the most unbroken communion, the reason that administers the whole universe.