There Is Nothing God Cannot Do.

Nothing Is Difficult In The Eyes Of A Lover.

Slowly And Imperceptibly Old Age Comes Creeping On.

O Philosophy, You Leader Of Life.

How Much In Love With Himself, And That Too Without A Rival!

Do Not Blame Caesar, Blame The People Of Rome Who Have So Enthusiastically Acclaimed And Adored Him And Rejoiced In Their Loss Of Freedom And Danced In His Path And Gave Him Triumphal Processions. Blame The People Who Hail Him When He Speaks In The Forum Of The 'new, Wonderful Good Society' Which Shall Now Be Rome, Interpreted To Mean 'more Money, More Ease, More Security, More Living Fatly At The Expense Of The Industrious.'