No poet or orator has ever existed who believed there was any better than himself.

Any man can make mistakes, but only an idiot persists in his error.

This is the part of a great man, after he has maturely weighed all circumstances, to punish the guilty, to spare the many, and in every state of fortune not to depart from an upright, virtuous conduct.

The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.

They condemn what they do not understand.

There is nothing more shocking than to see assertion and approval dashing ahead of cognition and perception.

Nothing is so unpredictable as a throw of the dice, and yet every man who plays often will at some time or other make a Venus-cast: now and then he indeed will make it twice and even thrice in succession. Are we going to be so feebleminded then as to aver that such a thing happened by the personal intervention of Venus rather than by pure luck?