Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.

The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.

If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.

It is impossible to rise to freedom, from the midst of corruptions, without strong convulsions. They are the salutary crises of a serious disease. We are in want of a terrible political fever, to carry off our foul humors.

I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.

The feeble tremble before opinion, the foolish defy it, the wise judge it, the skillful direct it.

People who know how to employ themselves, always find leisure moments, while those who do nothing are forever in a hurry.