One Can Not Be Just If One

If Virtue Were Its Own Reward, It Would No Longer Be A Human Quality, But Supernatural.

The Character Of False Wit Is That Of Appearing To Depend Only Upon Reason.

Persevere In The Fight, Struggle On, Do Not Let Go, Think Magnanimously Of Man And Life, For Man Is Good And Life Is Affluent And Fruitful.

The Counsels Of The Old, Like The Winter Sun, Shine, But Give No Heat.

With Kings, Nations, And Private Individuals, The Strongest Assume To Themselves Rights Over The Weakest, And The Same Rule Is Followed By Animals, By Matter, By The Elements, So That Everything Is Performed In The Universe By Violence. And That Order Which We Blame With Some Appearance Of Justice Is The Most Universal, Most Absolute, Most Unchangeable, And Most Ancient Law Of Nature.