Though ambition may be a fault in itself, it is often the mother of virtues.
Conscience is a thousand witnesses.
In a crowd, on a journey, at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.
While we are examining into everything we sometimes find truth where we least expected it.
A laugh costs too much when bought at the expense of virtue.
The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.