He, who survives his reputation, lives out of despite himself, like a man listening to his own reproach.

... a thirst for power is the natural disease of monarchy.

Wrong cannot have a legal descendant.

There is something in meanness which excites a species of resentment that never subsides, and something in cruelty which stirs up the heart to the highest agony of human hatred.

Mutual fear is a principal link in the chain of mutual love.

There is something absurd in supposing a continent to be perpetually governed by an island.

Death is not the monarch for the dead, but of the dying. The moment he obtains a conquest he loses a subject.