Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

Processions, cavalcades, and all that fund of gay frippery, furnished out by tailors, barbers, and tire-women, mechanically influence the mind into veneration; an emperor in his nightcap would not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.

Ridicule has always been the enemy of enthusiasm, and the only worthy opponent to ridicule is success.