Even honor and virtue make enemies, condemning, as they do, their opposites by too close a contrast.
A woman once fallen will shrink from no impropriety.
The worst hatred is that of relatives.
They make a desert and call it peace.
It is a part of the nature of man to resist compulsion.
This I regard as history's highest function, to let no worthy action be uncommemorated, and to hold out the reprobation of posterity as a terror to evil words and deeds.