It is impossible that anything so natural, so necessary, and so universal as death, should ever have been designed by providence as an evil to mankind.
We have an intuitive sense of our duty.
Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.
That incessant envy wherewith the common rate of mankind pursues all superior natures to their own.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
A lie is an excuse guarded