It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all.
It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I'm right.
We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.
Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.
Nothing can be fairer, or more noble, than the holy fervor of true zeal.
People spend most of their lives worrying about things that never happen.