What Then Is Freedom? The

Let Our Friends Perish, Provided That Our Enemies Fall At The Same Time.

When Money Is Unreasonably Coveted, It Is A Disease Of The Mind Which Is Called Avarice.

All The Arts, Which Have A Tendency To Raise Man In The Scale Of Being, Have A Certain Common Band Of Union, And Are Connected, If I May Be Allowed To Say So, By Blood-relationship With One Another.

Those Wars Are Unjust Which Are Undertaken Without Provocation. For Only A War Waged For Revenge Or Defence Can Actually Be Just.

Nothing Is So Swift As Calumny, Nothing Is More Easily Propagated, Nothing More Readily Credited, Nothing More Widely Circulated.