Among a people generally corrupt, liberty cannot long exist.

Nobility is a graceful ornament to the civil order. It is the Corinthian capital of polished society.

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.

We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.

Custom reconciles us to everything.

It is our ignorance of things that causes all our admiration and chiefly excites our passions.