To some extent I liken slavery to death.

It is a man's own dishonesty, his crimes, his wickedness, and boldness, that takes away from him soundness of mind; these are the furies, these the flames and firebrands, of the wicked.

True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.

It is difficult to persuade mankind that the love of virtue is the love of themselves.

Hunger is the best sauce.

I cease not to advocate peace; even though unjust it is better than the most just war.

Never go to excess, but let moderation be your guide.