How easy love makes fools of us.
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
I prefer a pleasant vice to an annoying virtue.
If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
I maintain, in truth, That with a smile we should instruct our youth, Be very gentle when we have to blame, And not put them in fear of virtue's name.
Birth is nothing without virtue, and we have no claim to share in the glory of our ancestors unless we endeavor to resemble them.