Justice is having and doing what is one's own.
The eyes of the soul of the multitudes are unable to endure the vision of the divine.
The worst form of injustice is pretended justice.
Those wretches who never have experienced the sweets of wisdom and virtue, but spend all their time in revels and debauches, sink downward day after day, and make their whole life one continued series of errors.
Arguments, like men, are often pretenders.
For neither birth, nor wealth, nor honors, can awaken in the minds of men the principles which should guide those who from their youth aspire to an honorable and excellent life, as Love awakens them