There Is Nothing Better Fitted To Delight

If A Man Could Mount To Heaven And Survey The Mighty Universe, His Admiration Of Its Beauties Would Be Much Diminished Unless He Had Someone To Share In His Pleasure.

Exile Is Terrible To Those Who Have, As It Were, A Circumscribed Habitation; But Not To Those Who Look Upon The Whole Globe But As One City.

Let Flattery, The Handmaid Of The Vices, Be Far Removed .

It Is Not A Virtue, But A Deceptive Copy And Imitation Of Virtue, When We Are Led To The Performance Of Duty By Pleasure As Its Recompense.

The Hope Of Impunity Is The Greatest Inducement To Do Wrong.