Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
The Utopians feel that slaughtering our fellow creatures gradually destroys the sense of compassion, which is the finest sentiment of which our human nature is capable.
Sex and religion are closer to each other than either might prefer.
If honor were profitable, everybody would be honorable.
Pride thinks it's own happiness shines the brighter by comparing it with the misfortunes of others.
In the first place, most princes apply themselves to the arts of war, in which I have neither ability nor interest, instead of to the good arts of peace. They are generally more set on acquiring new kingdoms by hook or by crook than on governing well those that they already have.