Those Things That Are Dearest To Us

To Smell, Though Well, Is To Stink.

Virtue Shuns Ease As A Companion. It Demands A Rough And Thorny Path.

The Same Reason That Makes Us Chide And Brawl And Fall Out With Any Of Our Neighbors, Causeth A War To Follow Between Princes.

The Laws Of Conscience, Though We Ascribe Them To Nature, Actually Come From Custom.

To Compose Our Character Is Our Duty, Not To Compose Books, And To Win, Not Battles And Provinces, But Order And Tranquillity In Our Conduct.