There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.

We are poor, indeed, when we have no half-wishes left us. The heart and the imagination close the shutters the instant they are gone.

Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation.

I hate false words, and seek with care, difficulty, and moroseness, those that fit the thing.

In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

A great man knows the value of greatness; he dares not hazard it, he will not squander it.

There is a gravity which is not austere nor captious, which belongs not to melancholy nor dwells in contraction of heart: but arises from tenderness and hangs upon reflection.