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?

In nine times out of ten, the slanderous tongue belongs to a disappointed person.

The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.

The public is wiser than the wisest critic.

Conscience is the mirror of our souls, which represents the errors of our lives in their full shape.

By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy.

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