Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.
The feeble tremble before opinion, the foolish defy it, the wise judge it, the skillful direct it.
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.
Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.