Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

Laws gain their authority from actual possession and custom: it is perilous to go back to their origins; laws, like our rivers, get greater and nobler as they roll along: follow them back upstream to their sources and all you find is a tiny spring, hardly recognizable; as time goes by it swells with pride and grows in strength.

We should spread joy, but, as far as we can, repress sorrow.

All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.

Our religion is made to eradicate vices, instead it encourages them, covers them, and nurtures them.

In my opinion it is the happy living, and not, as Antisthenes said, the happy lying, in which human happiness consists.

Obstinacy and heat in argument are surest proofs of folly. Is there anything so stubborn, obstinate, disdainful, contemplative, grave, or serious, as an ass?