Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done

Virtue alone has majesty in death.