Democracy is always the work of kings. Ashes, which in themselves are sterile, fertilize the land they are cast upon.

The heart that once has been bathed in love's pure fountain retains the pulse of youth forever.

Justice is often pale and melancholy; but Gratitude, her daughter, is constantly in the flow of spirits and the bloom of loveliness.

Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

Children are what the mothers are.

Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.

Cruelty in all countries is the companion of anger; but there is only one, and never was another on the globe, where she coquets both with anger and mirth.