Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and pleasure.
Taxes are the sinews of the state.
To-morrow will give some food for thought.
Let arms give place to the robe, and the laurel of the warriors yield to the tongue of the orator.
Fewer possess virtue, than those who wish us to believe that they possess it.
It is the stain and disgrace of the age to envy virtue, and to be anxious to crush the very flower of dignity.
In the approach to virtue there are many steps.
Not to be avaricious is money; not to be fond of buying is a revenue; but to be content with our own is the greatest and most certain wealth of all.
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
Socrates, indeed, when he was asked of what country he called himself, said, “Of the world”; for he considered himself an inhabitant and a citizen of the whole world.
The chief recommendation is modesty, then dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
As I breathe, I hope.
Nothing quite new is perfect.
There were poets before Homer.
Not to be covetous, is money; not to be a purchaser, is a revenue.
The aim of forensic oratory is to teach, to delight, to move.
There is not only an art, but an eloquence in it.
Were floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne’er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.
I hear Socrates saying that the best seasoning for food is hunger; for drink, thirst.