We cannot at once catch the applauses of the vulgar and expect the approbation of the wise.
Virtue is presupposed in friendship.
Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
Truth is a point, the subtlest and finest; harder than adamant; never to be broken, worn away, or blunted. Its only bad quality is, that it is sure to hurt those who touch it; and likely to draw blood, perhaps the life blood, of those who press earnestly upon it.
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who thinks differently from him.