When a man feel the reprehension of a friend seconded by his own heart, he is easily heated into resentment.

There lurks, perhaps, in every human heart a desire of distinction, which inclines every man first to hope, and then to believe, that Nature has given him something peculiar to himself.

Dishonor waits on perfidy. A man should blush to think a falsehood; it is the crime of cowards.

Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and far from my friends be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Ionia.

The most Heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together.

No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.

Whatever enlarges hope will also exalt courage.