In plain truth, lying is an accursed vice. We are not men, nor have other tie upon one another, but by our word.

In love, tis no other than frantic desire for that which flies from us.

Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.

Even the laws of justice themselves cannot subsist without mixture of injustice.

We easily enough confess in others an advantage of courage, strength, experience, activity, and beauty; but an advantage in judgment we yield to none.

The judgment is an utensil proper for all subjects, and will have an oar in everything.

My trade and art is to live,.

Intemperance is the plague of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.

Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees?