Satire, like conscience, reminds us of what we often wish to forget.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

Happiness is a rare plant that seldom takes root on earth-few ever enjoyed it, except for a brief period; the search after it is rarely rewarded by the discovery, but there is an admirable substitute for it... a contented spirit.

A poor man defended himself when charged with stealing food to appease the cravings of hunger, saying, the cries of the stomach silenced those of the conscience.

Despotism subjects a nation to one tyrant; democracy, to many.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.

Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.