The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.

Immoderate power, like other intemperance, leaves the progeny weaker and weaker, until nature as in compassion covers it with her mantle and it is seen no more.

What is companionship where nothing that improves the intellect is communicated, and where the larger heart contracts itself to the model and dimension of the smaller?

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

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

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.