Who does not see that I have taken a road along which I shall go, without stopping and without effort, as long as there is ink and paper in the world? I cannot keep a record of my life by my actions; fortune places them too low. I keep it by my thoughts.

Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.

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

Custom is a second nature, and no less powerful.

Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

Ceremony forbids us to express by words things that are lawful and natural, and we obey it; reason forbids us to do things unlawful and ill, and nobody obeys it.

Death pays all debts.