Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.
We shall all be perfectly virtuous when there is no longer any flesh on our bones.
We are always more disposed to laugh at nonsense than at genuine wit; because the nonsense is more agreeable to us, being more comfortable to our natures.
Prudence advises us to use our enemies as if one day they might be friends.
Bashfulness is not becoming to maidenhood, though modesty always is.
Extreme concupiscence may be found under extreme austerity.