Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.
Fools are my theme, let Satire be my song.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life – and if Virtue is not it’s own reward I don’t know any other stipend annexed to it.
Compassion will melt, where this virtue is felt, and its dew is diffused in a Tear.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
America is a Model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
