Wicked men obey for fear, but the good for love.

The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.

He who has never learned to obey cannot be a good commander.

The generality of men are naturally swayed more by fear than by reverence, and to refrain from evil rather because of the punishment that it brings than because of its own foulness

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

If men are so wicked (as we see them now) with religion, what would they be without it?