What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.
Nothing is achieved without toil.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.