How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of despising glory.

Friendship was given by nature to be an assistant to virtue, not a companion in vice.

No one sees what is before his feet: they scan the tracks of heaven.

For one day spent well, and agreeably to your precepts, is preferable to an eternity of error.

It is like taking the sun out of the world, to bereave human life of friendship.

Any man can make a mistake; only a fool keeps making the same one.

The great theatre for virtue is conscience.