In Utopia, where every man has a right to everything, they all know that if care is taken to keep the public stores full, no private man can want anything; for among them there is no unequal distribution, so that no man is poor, none in necessity; and though no man has anything, yet they are all rich; for what can make a man so rich as to lead a serene and cheerful life, free from anxieties.

If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable.

Oh! blame not the bard.

Friendship demands attention.

Getting married is like putting one's hand in a bag containing 99 serpents and one eel.

. . . the state of things and the dispositions of men were then such, that a man could not well tell whom he might trust or whom he might fear.

Take something from yourself, to give to another, that is humane and gentle and never takes away as much comfort as it brings again.