The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

The dispersing and scattering our names into many mouths, we call making them more great.

There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.

It is not without good reason, that he who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.

The honor of the conquest is rated by the difficulty.

The most beautiful lives, to my mind, are those that conform to the common human pattern, with order, but without miracle and without eccentricity.

Hath God obliged himself not to exceed the bounds of our knowledge?