Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter

In every civilized society there is found a race of men who retain the instincts of the aboriginal cannibal and live upon their fellow-men as a natural food.

It is difficult to say who do you the most mischief, enemies with the worst intentions, or friends with the best.

Every man loves and admires his own country because it produced him.

Each man forms his duty according to his predominant characteristic; the stern require an avenging judge; the gentle, a forgiving father. Just so the pygmies declared that Jove himself was a pygmy.

The night is past,-joy cometh with the morrow.

Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.