Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.
Love is the reward of love.
Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
Votes should be weighed not counted.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
Virtue, though clothed in a beggar's garb, commands respect.