The injustice of a government is proportional to the number of its laws.
A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
The love of fame is the last weakness which even the wise resign.
This I regard as history's highest function, to let no worthy action be uncommemorated, and to hold out the reprobation of posterity as a terror to evil words and deeds.
The worst hatred is that of relatives.