No man writes a book without meaning something, though he may not have the faculty of writing consequentially and expressing his meaning.

Without constancy there is neither love, friendship, nor virtue in the world.

Nothing is more gratifying to the mind of man than power or dominion.

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

To this end, nothing is to be more carefully consulted than plainness. In a lady's attire this is the single excellence; for to be what some people call fine, is the same vice, in that case, as to be florid is in writing or speaking.

Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.

Is it not wonderful, that the love of the parent should be so violent while it lasts and that it should last no longer than is necessary for the preservation of the young?