The Malicious Sneer Is Improperly Called Laughter.

Absence, Like Death, Sets A Seal On The Image Of Those We Love: We Cannot Realize The Intervening Changes Which Time May Have Effected.

Silence Gives Consent.

Conscience Is A Coward, And Those Faults It Has Not Strength Enough To Prevent It Seldom Has Justice Enough To Accuse.

Silence Is Become His Mother Tongue.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.