Wars are just to those to whom they are necessary.

Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe.

One that confounds good and evil is an enemy to good.

All government, indeed every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue, and every prudent act, is founded on compromise and barter.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.

Never, no never, did Nature say one thing, and wisdom another.