Behold the difference between the Oriental and the Occidental. The former has nothing to do in this world; the latter is full of activity. The one looks in the sun until his eyes are put out; the other follows him prone in his westward course.
I pray that the life of this spring and summer may ever lie fair in my memory.
We begin to praise when we begin to see a thing needs our assistance.
Birds never sing in caves.
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto.
Must the citizen ever for a moment, or in the least degree, resigns his conscience to the legislator? Why has every man a conscience then? I think that we should be men first, and subjects afterward.