States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay.

There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.

Despotism sits nowhere so secure as under the effigy and ensigns of freedom.

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.

Cats ask plainly for what they want.

We fancy we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.