I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.
Be silent always when you doubt your sense.
The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.