It is for the wise people who delight in humanity, praise justice, despise their flatterers, and respect the truth.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.
Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.
Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.