The best manners are stained by haughtiness.
Liberty begets license.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
Death renders all equal.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.