Treachery, though at first very cautious, in the end betrays itself.

Rome has grown since its humble beginnings that it is now overwhelmed by its own greatness.

The populace is like the sea motionless in itself, but stirred by every wind, even the lightest breeze.

Men are slower to recognize blessings than evils.

A fraudulent intent, however carefully concealed at the outset, will generally, in the end, betray itself.

Adversity makes men remember God.

There is always more spirit in attack than in defence.

Shared danger is the strongest of bonds; it will keep men united in spite of mutual dislike and suspicion.

The old Romans all wished to have a king over them because they had not yet tasted the sweetness of freedom.

There is nothing worse than being ashamed of parsimony or poverty.

Great contests generally excite great animosities.

Science is great for us. But for someone who see the human evaluation for more than one million years, science is a just a one instant and younger than a baby.

A women under stress is not immediately concerned with finding solutions to her problems but rather seeks relief by expressing herself and being understood.

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WILL SMELL AS SWEET. BUT IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THAT WHATEVER WE CHOOSE TO CALL A ROSE WILL POSSESS THE ROSE'S FRAGRANCE.

Don't be reluctant to give of yourself generously, it's the mark of caring and compassion and personal greatness.

I bet on a horse at ten-to-one. It didn't come in until half-past five.

I would never want to hurt anyone by writing a book.

I have hired a bodyguard, on the recommendation of my friends and the government. It's outrageous, having to live like this.

I purposefully did not want to watch anything I've done so far; I actually don't like looking at my face, so I don't like watching myself on the screen. It's an insecurity thing I have.

It [live performance] is just very difficult. Doing an hour, hour and a half of live standup is an endurance test. You almost have to do it every day to stay up on it.

the damned book I am writing is like the driveling of a weak-kneed sea calf. If I were sufficiently strong minded, I should tear it up an start again. But I don't.