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.
A fondness for satire indicates a mind pleased with irritating others; for myself, I never could find amusement in killing flies.
Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.
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.