Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

Love the offender, yet detest the offense.