The irresolute man flecks from one egg to another, so hatches nothing.
Virtue dwells at the head of a river, to which we cannot get but by rowing against the stream.
Men are like wine,--not good before the lees of clownishness be settled.
If ever I should affect injustice, it would be in this, that I might do courtesies and receive none.
Virtue is the truest liberty.
There is no one subsists by himself alone.