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

There is indeed a certain sense of gratification when we do a good deed that gives us inward satisfaction, and a generous pride that accompanies a good conscience…These testimonies of a good conscience are pleasant; and such a natural pleasure is very beneficial to us; it is the only payment that can never fail. “On Repentance

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgment as doth anger

No one but yourself knows whether you are cowardly and cruel, or loyal and devout; others do not see you; they surmise you by uncertain conjectures; they perceive not so much your nature as your art.

Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the crowd of physicians had killed him."

Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be.

What kind of truth is it which has these mountains as its boundary and is a lie beyond them?