We fancy that our afflictions are sent us directly from above; sometimes we think it in piety and contrition, but oftener in moroseness and discontent.

We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.

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

Children are what the mothers are.

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. If you reject it you are unhappy, if you accept it you are undone.

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

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