A Great Reserve And Severity Of Manners

You Would Make A Ship Sail Against The Winds And Currents By Lighting A Bonfire Under Her Decks? I Have No Time For Such Nonsense.

Men Are Moved By Two Levers Only: Fear And Self Interest.

When I Want Any, Good Head Work Done; I Always Choose A Man, If Possible With A Long Nose.

The Inevitable End Of Multiple Chiefs Is That They Fade And Disappear For Lack Of Unity.

All Men Of Genius, And All Those Who Have Gained Rank In The Republic Of Letters, Are Brothers, Whatever May Be The Land Of Their Nativity.