There is no virtue which does not rejoice a well-descended nature; there is a kind of I know not what congratulation in well-doing, that gives us an inward satisfaction, and a certain generous boldness that accompanies a good conscience.

Pleasure itself is painful at the bottom.

The recognition of virtue is not less valuable from the lips of the man who hates it, since truth forces him to acknowledge it; and though he may be unwilling to take it into his inmost soul, he at least decks himself out in its trappings.

Wine is the benevolent god, who gives back gaiety to men and restores youth to the old.

Every period of life has its peculiar prejudices; whoever saw old age, that did not applaud the past, and condemn the present times?

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

It is not a mind, it is not a body that we educate, but it is a man, and we must not make two parts of him.