Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure.

It is vain to talk of the interest of the community, without understanding what is the interest of the individual

Happiness is a very pretty thing to feel, but very dry to talk about.

Right... is the child of law.

Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure... they govern us in all we do, in all we say, in all we think: every effort we can make to throw off our subjection, will serve but to demonstrate and confirm it.

...the rarest of all human qualities is consistency.