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 tremble before opinion, the foolish defy it, the wise judge it, the skillful direct it.
The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs. - Jeanne
If we do not die for liberty, we shall soon have nothing left to do but weep for her.