Ennui is the disease of hearts without feeling, and of minds without resources.

A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.

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

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

Oh Liberty! Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!

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

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