When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.
What is beautiful is right: what is unbeautiful is wrong.
We must know the measure of a man's desires before we can sound the depth of his regrets.
All forced virtue is degrading in it effect.
A statesman's words, like butcher's meat, should be well weighed.
Why should we refuse the happiness this hour gives us, because some other hour might take it away?