An indiscreet man is more hurtful than an ill-natured one; for as the latter will only attack his enemies, and those he wishes ill to, the other injures indifferently both friends and foes.

Temperance gives nature her full play, and enables her to exert herself in all her force and vigor.

To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude.

Arguments out of a pretty mouth are unanswerable.

Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.

This not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it.

There is not any present moment that is unconnected with some future one. The life of every man is a continued chain of incidents, each link of which hangs upon the former. The transition from cause to effect, from event to event, is often carried on by secret steps, which our foresight cannot divine, and our sagacity is unable to trace. Evil may at some future period bring forth good; and good may bring forth evil, both equally unexpected.