Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.

[I can] scarcely write upon mathematics or mathematicians. Oh for words to express my abomination of the science.

As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines.

The Church is the handmaid of tyranny and the steady enemy of liberty.

The good-humor of a man elated with success often displays itself towards enemies.

Men naturally sympathize with the calamities of individuals; but they are inclined to look on a fallen party with contempt rather than with pity.

We cannot absolutely prove that those are in error who tell us that society has reached a turning point, that we have seen our best days. But so said all before us, and with just as much apparent reason.