Prudence Is The Virtue Of The Senses.

All Men In The Abstract Are Just And Good.

As Long As Any Man Exists, There Is Some Need Of Him.

Truth Has Not Single Victories; All Things Are Its Organs,--not Only Dust And Stones, But Errors And Lies.

The Ancients Called Beauty The Flowering Of Virtue.

Let Him Be Great, And Love Shall Follow Him. Nothing Is More Deeply Punished Than The Neglect Of The Affinities By Which Alone Society Should Be Formed, And The Insane Levity Of Choosing Associates By Others Eyes.