A true friend is a sort of second self.
I know not any season of life that is past more agreeably than virtuous old age.
Let war yield to peace, laurels to paeans.
Next to God we are nothing. To God we are Everything.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
What is so beneficial to the people as liberty, which we see not only to be greedily sought after by men, but also by beasts, and to be prepared in all things.