Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.

Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.

Let the gulled fool the toil of war pursue, where bleed the many to enrich the few.

Virtues, like essences, lose their fragrance when exposed. They are sensitive plants, which will not bear too familiar approaches.

Nothing is certain in London but expense.

Laws are generally found to be nets of such a texture, as the little creep through, the great break through, and the middle-sized are alone entangled in it.

There is a certain flimsiness of poetry which seems expedient in a song.