The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs. - Jeanne
Deep joy is a serene and sober emotion, rarely evinced in open merriment.
The feeble howl with the wolves, bray with the asses, and bleat with the sheep.
I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.
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.
It is for the wise people who delight in humanity, praise justice, despise their flatterers, and respect the truth.