Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense; her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.

The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.

Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

I was ever of the opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.