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

The deafest man can hear praise, and is slow to think any an excess.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear; Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

No good writer was ever long neglected; no great man overlooked by men equally great. Impatience is a proof of inferior strength, and a destroyer of what little there may be.

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

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

Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.