The Strongest Have Their Moments Of Fatigue.

If Virtue Goes To Sleep, It Will Be More Vigorous When It Awakes.

We Often Contradict An Opinion For No Other Reason Than That We Do Not Like The Tone In Which It Is Expressed.

When Self Control Is Lacking In Small Things, The Ability To Apply It To Matters Of Importance Withers Away. Every Day In Which One Does Not At Least Deny Himself Some Trifle Is Badly Spent And A Threat To The Day Following.

The Man Of Knowledge Must Be Able Not Only To Love His Enemies But Also To Hate His Friends.

Man Demands Truth And Fulfills This Demand In Moral Intercourse With Other Men; This Is The Basis Of All Social Life. One Anticipates The Unpleasant Consequences Of Reciprocal Lying. From This There Arises The Duty Of Truth. We Permit Epic Poets To Lie Because We Expect No Detrimental Consequences In This Case. Thus The Lie Is Permitted Where It Is Considered Something Pleasant. Assuming That It Does No Harm, The Lie Is Beautiful And Charming.