C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Livy
A foolish superstition introduces the influences of the gods even in the smallest matters.
A person under the firm persuasion that he can command resources virtually has them.
Adversity reminds men of religion.
Apprehensions are greater in proportion as things are unknown.
As soon as she (woman) begins to be ashamed of what she ought not, she will not be ashamed of what she ought.
Avarice and luxury, those pests which have ever been the ruin of every great state.
Envy is blind, and has no other quality but that of detracting from virtue.
Envy, like flame, soars upwards.
Events of great consequence often spring from trifling circumstances.
Evil is fittest to consort with evil.
Experience is the teacher of fools.
False shame only is harmful.
Great contests generally excite great animosities.
Hasty and adventurous schemes are at first view flattering, in execution difficult and in the issue disastrous.
He whom fortune has never deceived rarely considers the uncertainty of human events.
In general, treachery, though at first sufficiently cautious, yet in the end betrays itself.
In great straits and when hope is small, the boldest counsels are the safest.
Men are seldom blessed with good fortune and good sense at the same time.
Men have less lively perception of good than of evil.
Men’s minds are too ingenious in palliating guilt in themselves.
Necessity is the last and strongest weapon.
No wickedness has any ground of reason.
Present sufferings seem far greater to men than those they merely dread.
Prosperity engenders sloth.
Rashness is not always fortunate.
The best known evil is the most tolerable.
The fidelity of barbarians depends on fortune.
The least reliance can be placed even on the most exalted fortune.
The worst kind of shame is being ashamed of frugality or poverty.
Toil and pleasure, in their natures opposite, are yet linked together in a kind of necessary connection.
What is honorable is also safest.
When Tarquin the Proud was asked what was the best mode of governing a conquered city, he replied only by beating down with his staff all the tallest poppies in his garden.
Wit is the flower of the imagination.