After He Routed Pharnaces Ponticus At The

Wickedness Is A Wonderfully Diligent Architect Of Misery, Of Shame, Accompanied With Terror, And Commotion, And Remorse, And Endless Perturbation.

It Is Part Of A Good Man To Do Great And Noble Deeds, Though He Risk Everything.

If I Were Not Alexander, I Would Be Diogenes.

When I Myself Had Twice Or Thrice Made A Resolute Resistance Unto Anger, The Like Befell Me That Did The Thebans; Who, Having Once Foiled The Lacedaemonians (who Before That Time Had Held Themselves Invincible), Never After Lost So Much As One Battle Which They Fought Against Them.

To Conduct Great Matters And Never Commit A Fault Is Above The Force Of Human Nature.