[A task] as difficult as to separate two dew-drops blended together on a bosom of a new-blown rose.
I discovered unprovoked malice in his hard heart, like a huge toad in the centre of a marble rock.
Men anxious for this world are like owls that wake all night to catch mice.
At Genoa the word Liberty is engraved on the chains of the galley slaves and the doors of prisons.
Gratitude, worse than witchcraft, conjures up the pale, meagre ghosts of dead forgotten kindnesses to haunt and trouble [his memory].