Virtue Is Its Own Reward.

That Man Is Guilty Of Impertinence Who Considers Not The Circumstances Of Time, Or Engrosses The Conversation, Or Makes Himself The Subject Of His Discourse, Or Pays No Regard To The Company He Is In.

The Greatest Incitement To Guilt Is The Hope Of Sinning With Impunity.

All Soils Are Not Fertile.

Every Generous Action Loves The Public View; Yet No Theatre For Virtue Is Equal To A Consciousness Of It.

No Poet Or Orator Has Ever Existed Who Believed There Was Any Better Than Himself.