True rhythm is so naturally agreeable to us that it is impossible to sing in tune and dance in time without pleasure. Moral order is also measure and harmony; it is therefore impossible to live well without a secret and intense pleasure.
 Neither love nor friendship, respect nor admiration, gratitude nor devotion, should rob us of our conscience, and our discernment of good and evil. This is a possession that we are forbidden to sell, and for which nothing could repay us.
 Perhaps by a just disposition of Providence, crimes multiply the ills that they seek to prevent. Perhaps if Caligula had not been killed by a blow, and by a conspiracy that at first seemed praiseworthy, Claudius would not have reigned, nor Nero, nor Domitian, nor Commodus, nor Heliogabalus. Caligula, after a few crimes, would have fulfilled his days, would have died in his bed, and the succession of the Roman Emperors would have taken another, and a happier course. Perhaps what is evil, or tainted with evil, produces nothing but evil. God keeps misfortunes in His own hand, and deals them out in season. We are enjoined to do good, and good only; that is our task.