Labienus And Caesar Quotes & Sayings

Except wind stands as it never stood
It is an ill wind turns none to good. — Thomas Tusser

But the history of the changes produced by a universal idea is not a history of changes in the individual, but of changes brought about by the successive efforts of millions of individuals in the course of many generations. — Lafcadio Hearn

The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. — Eden Phillpotts

You gotta become. Not do things in excellence. You gotta become excellent. — Eric Thomas

Well, good luck to you both. Rome will be the winner whoever is the victor'. Cicero began to move away but then checked himself, and a slight frown crossed his face. He returned to Catulus. 'One more thing, if I may? Who proposed this widening of the franchise?' 'Caesar' Although Latin is a language rich in subtlety and metaphor, I cannot command the words, either in that tongue or even in Greek, to describe Cicero's expression at that moment. 'Dear gods' he said in a tone of utter shock. 'Is it possible he means to stand himself?' 'Of course not. That would be ridiculous. He's far too young. He's thirty-six. He's not yet even been elected praetor' 'Yes, but even so, in my opinion, you would be well advised to reconvene your college as quickly as possible and go back to the existing method of selection.' 'That is impossible' 'Why?' 'The bill to change the franchise was laid before the people this morning' 'By whom?' 'Labienus' 'Ah!' Cicero clapped his hand to his forehead. — Robert Harris

What do you have to do to get people to take an interest? I'm not going to go out and cause a silly sex scandal just to sell a record! — John Lydon

I love you madly. — Suzanne Young

I think often there is no good way out of something. No nice, easy ending or neat resolution, no clear way to set things right. That works in stories, in children's fairy tales, but not in real life. Nothing everything can be fixed. And perhaps not everything should be. — Elana K. Arnold

Only, the working-man dies in hospital when the last term of his stunted growth expires; whereas the man of the middle class is set upon living, and lives on, but in a state of idiocy. You — Honore De Balzac

Petrah held up a hand. "I am not finished, Iskra Yellowlegs. — Sarah J. Maas