Books are a languid pleasure.
How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.
A man may by custom fortify himself against pain, shame, and suchlike accidents; but as to death, we can experience it but once, and are all apprentices when we come to it
Virtue shuns ease as a companion. It demands a rough and thorny path.
Why do people respect the package rather than the man?
Nature is a gentle guide, but not more sweet and gentle than prudent and just.