Oh, how great is the power of truth! which of its own power can easily defend itself against all the ingenuity and cunning and wisdom of men, and against the treacherous plots of all the world.

Rashness belongs to youth; prudence to old age.

He only employs his passion who can make no use of his reason.

In fact the whole passion ordinarily termed love (and heaven help me if I can think of any other term to apply to it) is of such exceeding triviality that I see nothing that I think comparable with it.

There is wickedness in the intention of wickedness, even though it be not perpetrated in the act.

Let each man have according to his deserts.

Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.