The Whole Of Virtue Consists In Its

Vicious Habits Are So Great A Stain To Human Nature, And So Odious In Themselves, That Every Person Actuated By Right Reason Would Avoid Them, Though He Were Sure They Would Be Always Concealed Both From God And Man, And Had No Future Punishment Entailed Upon Them.

As In The Case Of Wines That Improve With Age, The Oldest Friendships Ought To Be The Most Delightful.

A Friend Is, As It Were, A Second Self.

What Is Dishonorably Got, Is Dishonorably Squandered.

Virtue And Decency Are So Nearly Related That It Is Difficult To Separate Them From Each Other But In Our Imagination.