Diffidence is the better part of knowledge.

None of us are so much praised or censured as we think.

When all run by common consent into vice, none appear to do so.

The good opinion of our fellow men is the strongest, though not the purest motive to virtue.

Vice has more martyrs than virtue; and it often happens that men suffer more to be lost than to be saved.

This is the tax a man must pay to his virtues-they hold up a torch to his vices, and render those frailties notorious in him which would have passed without observation in another.

For what are the triumphs of war, planned by ambition, executed by violence, and consummated by devastation? The means are the sacrifice of many, the end, the bloated aggrandizement of the few.

War is a game in which princes seldom win, the people never.

Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part with nothing.

There is this difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.