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.

Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.

Liberty begets license.

The best manners are stained by haughtiness.

Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.

The covetous man is always poor.

Here is a fine field for talent.