The winds are out of breath.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.
The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.