We have lost morals, justice, honor, piety and faith, and that sense of shame which, once lost, can never be restored.

Leisure without literature is death and burial alive.

Only a great man, believe me, and one whose excellence rises far above human failings, will not allow anything to be stolen from his own span of time, and his life is very long precisely because he has devoted to himself entirely any time that became available. None of it lay uncultivated and idle, none was under another man's control, for guarding it most jealously, he found nothing worth exchanging for his own precious time.

It's a vice to trust all, and equally a vice to trust none.

Some lack the fickleness to live as they wish and just live as they have begun.

Corporeal punishment falls far more heavily than most weighty pecuniary penalty.

Nothing is so false as human life, nothing so treacherous. God knows no one would have accepted it as a gift, if it had not been given without our knowledge.