The charities of life are scattered everywhere, enameling the vales of human beings as the flowers paint the meadows. They are not the fruit of study, nor the privilege of refinement, but a natural instinct.

Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement.

The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break.

Truth is not exciting enough to those who depend on the characters and lives of their neighbors for all their amusement; and if a story is told of more than common interest, ennui is sure to have its joy in adding embellishments. If hours did not hang heavy, what would become of scandal?

If reason is a universal faculty, the decision of the common mind is the nearest criterion of truth.

Style is the gossamer on which the seeds of truth float through the world.

Where the people possess no authority, their rights obtain no respect.