Even in those cities which seem to enjoy the blessings of peace, and where the arts florish, the inhabitants are devoured by envy, cares and anxieties, which are greater plagues than any expirienced in a town when it is under siege.

The adjective is the enemy of the noun. Variant: The adjective is the enemy of the substantive.

One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.

We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.

Self love is the instrument of our preservation.

Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.

The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.