The most certain mode of making people content with us is to make them content with themselves.

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

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

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

[His mind] was like a volcano, full of fire and wealth, sometimes calm, often dazzling and playful, but ever threatening. It ran swift as the lightning from one subject to another, and occasionally burst forth in passionate throes of intellect, nearly allied to madness.

Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.

Women excel more in literary judgment than in literary production,--they are better critics than authors.