A hair in the head is worth two in the brush.

Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.

Without life there can be no action — no objects of pursuit — no restless desires — no tormenting passions. Hence it is that we fondly cling to it — that we dread its termination as the close, not of enjoyment, but of hope.

Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.

The vices are never so well employed as in combating one another.

The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.

Wherever the Government does not emanate...from the people, the principle of the Government, the esprit de corps, the point of honour, in all those connected with it, and raised by it to privileges above the law and above humanity, will be hatred to the people.