Did You Think I Was Immortal?

If You Give Me Six Lines Written By The Hand Of The Most Honest Of Men, I Will Find Something In Them Which Will Hang Him.

One Must Believe Neither The People Of The Palace, Who Ordinarily Measure The Power Of The King By The Shape Of His Crown, Which, Being Round, Has No End, Nor Those Who, In The Excesses Of An Indiscreet Zeal, Proclaim Themselves Openly As Partisans Of Rome.

War Is One Of The Scourges With Which It Has Pleased God To Afflict Men.

When People Are Too Comfortable, It Is Not Possible To Restrain Them Within The Bounds Of Their Duty? They May Be Compared To Mules Who, Being Accustomed To Burdens, Are Spoilt By Rest Rather Than Labour.

Reason Must Be The Universal Rule And Guide; All Things Must Be Done According To Reason Without Allowing Oneself To Be Swayed By Emotion.