In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

The spirit of Greece, passing through and ascending above the world, hath so animated universal nature, that the very rocks and woods, the very torrents and wilds burst forth with it.

A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.

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

If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt, if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius; and Fancy herself would lie muffled up in her robe, inactive, pale, and bloated.

Hope is the mother of faith.