Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.
The habit of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional.
Despotism sits nowhere so secure as under the effigy and ensigns of freedom.
Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.
Cats ask plainly for what they want.
The deafest man can hear praise, and is slow to think any an excess.