Here was a man who could not spell, and did not care to read - who had the habits and the cunning of a boor: whose aim in life was pettifogging: who never had a taste, or emotion, or enjoyment, but was sordid and soil; and yet he had rank, and honors, and power, somehow: and was dignitary of the land, and a pillar of the state.

This I set down as a positive truth. A woman with fair opportunities, and without a positive hump, may marry whom she likes.

But oh, Mesdames, if you are not allowed to touch the heart sometimes in spite of syntax, and are not to be loved until you all know the difference between tri…

The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it an…

Freedom! A wanton slut on a profligate's breast!

The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue.

Arbitrary power is most easily established on the ruins of liberty abused to licentiousness.