Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law.

Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And, when God sends a …

Truth...never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her forth.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

Virtue is its own reward.

Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.