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.

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

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

The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs. - Jeanne

Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.

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

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