The war existing between the senses and reason.

The sweetness of glory is so great that, join it to what we will, even to death, we love it.

Those are weaklings who know the truth and uphold it as long as it suits their purpose, and then abandon it.

When I have occasionally set myself to consider the different distractions of men, the pains and perils to which they expose themselves I have discovered that all the unhappiness of men arises from one single fact, that they cannot stay quietly in their own chamber.

We feel neither extreme heat nor extreme cold; qualities that are in excess are so much at variance with our feelings that they are impalpable: we do not feel them, though we suffer from their effects.

The world is ruled by force, not by opinion; but opinion uses force.

Noble deeds that are concealed are most esteemed.