Blushing Is The Color Of Virtue.

I Do Not Know Whether There Are Gods, But There Ought To Be.

The Health And Vigor Necessary For The Practice Of What Is Good, Depend Equally On Both Mind And Body.

Those Who Have Virtue Always In Their Mouths, And Neglect It In Practice, Are Like A Harp, Which Emits A Sound Pleasing To Others, While Itself Is Insensible Of The Music.

The Mob Is The Mother Of Tyrants.

The Noblest People Are Those Despising Wealth, Learning, Pleasure And Life; Esteeming Above Them Poverty, Ignorance, Hardship And Death.