Valor is strength, not of legs and arms, but of heart and soul; it consists not in the worth of our horse or our weapons, but in our own.

The greater part of the world's troubles are due to questions of grammar.

Intemperance is the plaque of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

Socrates thought and so do I that the wisest theory about the gods is no theory at all.

Beauty is the true prerogative of women, and so peculiarly their own, that our sex, though naturally requiring another sort of feature, is never in its lustre but when puerile and beardless, confused and mixed with theirs.

Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself.

I must use these great men's virtues as a cloak for my weakness.