Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?