For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.

Words are weapons, and it is dangerous . . . to borrow them from the arsenal of the enemy.

Eloquence is a republican art, as conversation is an aristocratic one.

That fear first created the gods is perhaps as true as anything so brief could be on so great a subject.

Our dignity is not in what we do, but what we understand.

Many possessions, if they do not make a man better, are at least expected to make his children happier; and this pathetic hope is behind many exertions.

There is nothing sweeter than to be sympathized with.