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

I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.

It is for the wise people who delight in humanity, praise justice, despise their flatterers, and respect the truth.

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.

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

Selfishness, not love, is the actuating motive of the gallant.

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