A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.
I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.
Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.
Oh Liberty! Liberty! What crimes are committed in your name!
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.