All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.

There are pretenders to piety as well as to courage.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

People are all alike in their promises. It is only in their deeds that they differ.

Perfect reason avoids all extremes.

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

If Claret is the king of natural wines, Burgundy is the queen.