Do to others as you would have others do to you, inspires all men with that other maxim of natural goodness a great deal less perfect, but perhaps more useful: Do good to yourself with as little prejudice as you can to others.

The empire of woman is an empire of softness, of address, of complacency. Her commands are caresses, her menaces are tears.

Slaves lose everything in their chains, even the desire of escaping from them.

There is no evildoer who could not be made good for something.

It is manifestly contrary to the law of nature, however defined, that a handful of people should gorge themselves with superfluities while the hungry majority goes in need of necessities.

Whence do I get my rules of conduct? I find them in my heart. Whatever I feel to be good is good. Whatever I feel to be evil is evil. Conscience is the best of casuists.

Men, in general, are not this or that, they are what they are made to be.