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.
No sober person dances.
It has seemed to be more necessary to have regard to the weight of words rather than to their number.
Hatred is settled anger.
Peace is freedom in tranquility.
A dissolute and intemperate youth hands down the body to old age in a worn-out state.