Modern historians are all would-be philosophers; who, instead of relating facts as they occurred, give us their version, or rather perversions of them, always colored by their political prejudices, or distorted to establish some theory . . .

alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!

When the sun shines on you, you see your friends. It requires sunshine to be seen by them to advantage!

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.

Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.