The man who backbites an absent friend, nay, who does not stand up for him when another blames him, the man who angles for bursts of laughter and for the repute of a wit, who can invent what he never saw, who cannot keep a secret -- that man is black at heart: mark and avoid him.

A tear dries quickly when it is shed for troubles of others.

Even the ablest pilots are willing to receive advice from passengers in tempestuous weather.

Who doesn't know that the first law of history is not to dare to say anything false, and the second is not to refrain from saying anything true?

Where is there dignity unless there is honesty?

Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs than freedom never endangered.

It is virtue, virtue, which both creates and preserves friendship. On it depends harmony of interest, permanence, fidelity.