Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
Nations, like individuals, interest us in their growth.
It is delightful to kiss the eyelashes of the beloved--is it not? But never so delightful as when fresh tears are on them.
Democracy is always the work of kings. Ashes, which in themselves are sterile, fertilize the land they are cast upon.
The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.