The foremost art of Kings is the power to endure hatred.

We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end to them.

Drunkenness does not create vice; it merely brings it into view.

We should give as we would receive, cheerfully, quickly, and without hesitation; for there is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.

Light troubles speak; the weighty are struck dumb.

The mind is never right but when it is at peace within itself; the soul is in heaven even while it is in the flesh, if it be purged of its natural corruptions, and taken up with divine thoughts, and contemplations.

Virtue with some is nothing but successful temerity.