If We Had No Faults, We Would

Whilst Weakness And Timidity Keep Us To Our Duty, Virtue Has Often All The Honor.

In The Human Heart There Is A Ceaseless Birth Of Passions, So That The Destruction Of One Is Almost Always The Establishment Of Another.

Love Is To The Soul Of Him Who Loves, What The Soul Is To The Body Which It Animates.

No Man Deserves To Be Praised For His Goodness, Who Has It Not In His Power To Be Wicked. Goodness Without That Power Is Generally Nothing More Than Sloth, Or An Impotence Of Will.

The Clemency Of Princes Is Often But Policy To Win The Affections Of The People.