Our character is not so much the product of race and heredity as of those circumstances by which nature forms our habits, by which we are nurtured and live.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

Vicious habits are so great a stain to human nature, and so odious in themselves, that every person actuated by right reason would avoid them, though he were sure they would be always concealed both from God and man, and had no future punishment entailed upon them.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

When war is raging the laws are dumb.

It is exercise alone that supports the spirits, and keeps the mind in vigor.

No sober person dances.