Content with poverty, my soul I arm; And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

I never saw any good that came of telling truth.

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, But good men starve for want of impudence.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

There is a proud modesty in merit.

The conscience of a people is their power.