Cicero

Nihil est tam difficile quod non studio vincatur.

Seditio civium est bellum civile.

Nihil est tam utile quam veritas.

O vitae philosophia dux!

Quid est enim dulcius quam habere quicum omnia audeas loqui ut tecum?

Nihil est tam difficile quod non possit fieri.

Virtus est medium vitiorum et utrimque reductum.

Quid est enim eloquentia nisi res bene gesta?

A nation can survive its fools, and even its ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.

O tempora, o mores! (Oh the times, oh the customs!)

How long, pray, O Catiline, will you abuse our patience? How long will that madness of yours mock us? To what end will your unbridled audacity vaunt itself?

Silent enim leges inter arma. (For laws are silent amidst arms.)

The budget should be balanced, the treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance.

To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the life of a man unless the memory of past events is woven with those of earlier times?

The greater the difficulty, the greater the glory.

A man's own manner and character is what determines his fortune.

What is more agreeable than one's home? What is more sacred? What is more strongly fortified?

An unjust peace is better than a just war.

Friendship improves happiness, and abates misery, by doubling our joys, and dividing our grief.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.