Oh Liberty! Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.
Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.
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.