Claudius Claudianus Quotes
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The fickle populace always change with the prince.
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Nothing is more annoying than a low man raised to a high position.
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The noblest character is stained by the addition of pride.
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Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
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The best manners are stained by haughtiness.
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Men live best on moderate means: Nature has dispensed to all men wherewithal to be happy, if mankind did but understand how to use her gifts.
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A severe war lurks under the show of peace.
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He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.
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The people are fashioned according to the example of their kings; and edicts are of less power than the life of their ruler.
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Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
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No longer can I complain that the unrighteous man reaches the highest pinnacle of success. He is raised aloft that he may be hurled down in more headlong ruin.
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He is next to the gods whom reason, and not passion, impels; and who, after weighing the facts, can measure the punishment with discretion.
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The afflictions to which we are accustomed, do not disturb us.
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Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
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But he whom reason, not anger, animates is a peer of the gods.
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Alas! by what slight means are great affairs brought to destruction.
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Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.
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Whoever desires is always poor.
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Here is a fine field for talent.
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Quiet authority accomplishes what violence cannot, and that mandate compels more which comes from a commanding calm.
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Virtue when concealed is a worthless thing.
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Men live best upon a little; Nature has given to all the privilege of being happy, if they but knew how to use their gifts.
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The people become more observant of justice, and do not refuse to submit to the laws when they see them obeyed by their enactor.
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In sleep, when fancy is let loose to play, Our dreams repeat the wishes of the day.