The enemy is within the gates, it is with our own luxury our own folly our own criminality that we

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

Author: Marcus Tullius Cicero

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

A home without books is a body without soul.

Take from a man his reputation for probity, and the more shrewd and clever he is, the more hated and mistrusted he becomes.

Nothing stands out so conspicuously, or remains so firmly fixed in the memory, as something which you have blundered.