Liberty is rendered even more precious by the recollection of servitude.

Honor is the reward of virtue.

The beauty of the world and the orderly arrangement of everything celestial makes us confess that there is an excellent and eternal nature, which ought to be worshiped and admired by all mankind.

Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself feared?

Man must suffer to be wise.

Nothing is so unpredictable as a throw of the dice, and yet every man who plays often will at some time or other make a Venus-cast: now and then he indeed will make it twice and even thrice in succession. Are we going to be so feebleminded then as to aver that such a thing happened by the personal intervention of Venus rather than by pure luck?

There is in superstition a senseless fear of God.