While the sick man has life, there is hope.

The impulse which directs to right conduct, and deters from crime, is not only older than the ages of nations and cities, but coeval with that Divine Being who sees and rules both heaven and earth.

Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.

The administration of government, like a guardianship ought to be directed to the good of those who confer, not of those who receive the trust.

Old age: the crown of life, our play's last act.

Every one is least known to himself, and it is very difficult for a man to know himself.

It is not a virtue, but a deceptive copy and imitation of virtue, when we are led to the performance of duty by pleasure as its recompense.