Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a living tomb.

Familiarity reduces the greatness of things.

If we desire to judge justly, we must persuade ourselves that none of us is without sin.

There is no evil without its compensation.

Many shed tears merely for show, and have dry eyes when no one's around to observe them.

We are mad, not only individually, but nationally. We check manslaughter and isolated murders; but what of war and the much-vaunted crime of slaughtering whole peoples?

I am telling you to be a slow-speaking person.