Virtue Is Presupposed In Friendship.

It Has Been My Fortune To Love In General Those Men Most Who Have Thought Most Differently From Me, On Subjects Wherein Others Pardon No Discordance. I Think I Have No More Right To Be Angry With A Man, Whose Reason Has Followed Up A Process Different From What Mine Has, And Is Satisfied With The Result, Than With One Who Has Gone To Venice While I Am At Siena, And Who Writes To Me That He Likes The Place.

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

Belief In A Future Life Is The Appetite Of Reason.

I Strove With None; For None Was Worth My Strife.

Friendship Is A Vase, Which, When It Is Flawed By Heat, Or Violence, Or Accident, May As Well Be Broken At Once; It Can Never Be Trusted After.