In plain truth, lying is an accursed vice. We are not men, nor have any other tie upon another, but by our word.

If my mind could gain a firm footing, I would not make essays, I would make decisions; but it is always in apprenticeship and on trial.

He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.

Philosophical discussions habitually make men happy and joyful not frowning and sad.

Fear sometimes adds wings to the heels, and sometimes nails them to the ground, and fetters them from moving.

When I am attached by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.

Plenty and indigence depend upon the opinion every one has of them; and riches, like glory of health, have no more beauty or pleasure than their possessor is pleaded to lend them.