Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.

It is impossible to imagine anything which better becomes a ruler than mercy.

Familiarity reduces the greatness of things.

When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.

Life's neither a good nor an evil: it's a field for good and evil.

Nothing, to my way of thinking, is a better proof of a well-ordered mind than a man's ability to stop just where he is and pass some time in his own company.

One crime has to be concealed by another.