It is not inequality which is the real misfortune, it is dependence.
All the ancient histories, as one of our wits say, are just fables that have been agreed upon
Let us confess it: evil strides the world.
Music is the pathway to the heart.
We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard.
Tyrants have always some slight shade of virtue; they support the laws before destroying them.