Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
He who has far to ride spares his horse.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.