The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.
Woe to the conquered.
Truth, they say, is but too often in difficulties, but is never finally suppressed.
The old Romans all wished to have a king over them because they had not yet tasted the sweetness of freedom.
We can endure neither our vices nor the remedies for them.
They are more than men at the outset of their battles; at the end they are less than the women.