A man's own heart must ever be given to gain that of another.

To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without a heart?

I always get the better when I argue alone.

Unequal combinations are always disadvantageous to the weaker side.

Error is always talkative.

A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.