Where no hope is left, is left no fear.
Our reason is our law.
He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
Virtue that wavers is not virtue, but vice revolted from itself, and after a while returning. The actions of just and pious men do not darken in their middle course.