As long as we have to administer the law we must do so according to the law as it is. We are not here to make the law.

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.

How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.

A nation to be great ought to be compressed in its increment by nations more civilized than itself.

Men, I still think, ought to be weighed not counted.

Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.

Where virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. On certain occasions it may almost be said to become virtue. But sensibility and all the amiable qualities may likewise become, and too often have become, the panders of vice and the instruments of seduction.