To live as one likes is plebian the noble man aspires to order and law.

What sort of faults may we retain, nay, even cherish in ourselves? Those faults which are rather pleasant than offensive to others.

War is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.

The happiest man is the one who finds happiness at home.

Where a man has a passion for meditating without the capacity of thinking, a particular idea fixes itself fast, and soon creates a mental disease.

The most fortunate of men, Be he a king or commoner, is he Whose welfare is assured in his own home.

Shakespeare is dangerous to young poets; they cannot but reproduce him, while they fancy that they produce themselves.