Men Think They May Justly Do That

This Is The Part Of A Great Man, After He Has Maturely Weighed All Circumstances, To Punish The Guilty, To Spare The Many, And In Every State Of Fortune Not To Depart From An Upright, Virtuous Conduct.

They Are, All Of Them, Born With Raging Fanaticism In Their Hearts, Just As The Bretons And The Germans Are Born With Blond Hair. I Would Not Be In The Least Bit Surprised If These People Would Not Some Day Become Deadly To The Human Race.

The Rule Of Friendship Means There Should Be Mutual Sympathy Between Them, Each Supplying What The Other Lacks And Trying To Benefit The Other, Always Using Friendly And Sincere Words.

Our Character Is Not So Much The Product Of Race And Heredity As Of Those Circumstances By Which Nature Forms Our Habits, By Which We Are Nurtured And Live.

It Is A Common Saying That Many Pecks Of Salt Must Be Eaten Before The Duties Of Friendship Can Be Discharged.