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

Our weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.

When we find that we are not liked, we assert that we are not understood; when probably the dislike we have excited proceeds from our being too fully comprehended.

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.

Men who would persecute others for religious opinions, prove the errors of their own.

To appear rich, we become poor.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.