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.

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

It would have cost me more trouble to escape from injustice, than it does to submit to it.

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.

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

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