Quotes from Marcus Tullius Cicero

How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!

We all are imbued with the love of praise.

The science of love is the philosophy of the heart

Friendship is not to be sought for its wages, but because its revenue consists entirely in the love which it implies.

Every animal loves itself.

Nature loves nothing solitary, and always reaches out to something, as a support, which ever in the sincerest friend is most delightful.

We must be ever on the search for some persons whom we shall love and who will love us in return. If good will and affection are taken away, every joy is taken from life.

Virtue is increased by the smile of approval; and the love of renown is the greatest incentive to honourable acts.

If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

A tear dries quickly when it is shed for troubles of others.

In everything truth surpasses the imitation and copy.

An acute first-class brain is the finest asset anyone can have- and, if we want to be happy, it is an asset we must exploit to the uttermost.

There is nothing so absurd that some philosopher has not already said it.

To know the laws is not to memorize their letter but to grasp their full force and meaning.

The magistrates are the ministers for the laws, the judges their interpreters, the rest of us are servants of the law, that we all may be free.

Poor is the nation that has no heroes, but poorer still is the nation that having heroes, fails to remember and honor them.

Wars are to be undertaken in order that it may be possible to live in peace without molestation.

You will be as much value to others as you have been to yourself.

The more laws, the less justice.

I cease not to advocate peace; even though unjust it is better than the most just war.

Let arms yield to the toga, let the [victor's] laurel yield to the [orator's] tongue.