A Slave Is But Half

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.

Does It Seem That Everything Is Extravagance In The World, Or Rather Madness, When You Watch The Way Things Go? A Crowd Of Rogues Enjoy Blessings They Have Won By Sheer Injustice, While More Honest Folks Are Miserable And Die Of Hunger.