There are some duties we owe even to those who have wronged us. There is, after all, a limit to retribution and punishment.

Nothing is more unreliable than the populace, nothing more obscure than human intentions, nothing more deceptive than the whole electoral system.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.

The more virtuous any man is, the less easily does he suspect others to be vicious.

Frivolity is inborn, conceit acquired by education.

Friends, though absent, are still present.

I never admire another's fortune so much that I became dissatisfied with my own.