Christianity is a pestilent superstition.
Even for learned men, love of fame is the last thing to be given up.
Once killing starts, it is difficult to draw the line.
This I hold to be the chief office of history, to rescue virtuous actions from the oblivion to which a want of records would consign them, and that men should feel a dread of being considered infamous in the opinions of posterity, from their depraved expressions and base actions.
Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth.
Valor is of no service, chance rules all, and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.