If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.

A liar would be brave toward God, while he is a coward toward men; for a lie faces God, and shrinks from man.

It is equally pointless to weep because we won't be alive a hundred years from now as that we were not here a hundred years ago.

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

'Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

In true friendship, in which I am expert, I give myself to my friend more than I draw him to me. I not only like doing him good better than having him do me good, but also would rather have him do good to himself than to me; he does me most good when he does himself good.

Why do people respect the package rather than the man?