What is acquired without labor is seldom worth acquiring at all.
But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.
There is no accounting for tastes.
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.
When justice happens to oppose prejudice, we are apt to believe it virtuous to disobey her.
I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!