Hours and days and months and years go by; the past returns no more, and what is to be we cannot know; but whatever the time gives us in which we live, we should therefore be content.

Silence is one of the great arts of conversation.

If you wish to persuade me, you must think my thoughts, feel my feelings, and speak my words.

In a republic this rule ought to be observed: that the majority should not have the predominant power.

Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.

Wisdom often exists under a shabby coat.

The great theatre for virtue is conscience.