Silence is the mother of truth.
As we retain but a faint remembrance of our felicity, it is but fair that the smartest stroke of sorrow should, if bitter, at least be brief.
Nobody is forgotten, when it is convenient to remember him.
He was one of these men who think that the world can be saved by writing a pamphlet.
A sophisticated rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity.
The stage is a supplement to the pulpit, where virtue, according to Plato's sublime idea, moves our love and affection when made visible to the eye.