Slaves would be tyrants were the chance theirs.
A stout heart may be ruined in fortune but not in spirit.
There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.
Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.
You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.
Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.