Praise is the reflection of virtue.
Praise from the common people is generally false, and rather follows the vain than the virtuous.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
He who desires solitude is either an animal or a god.
If vices were profitable, the virtuous man would be the sinner.
Truth is a naked and open daylight