Grief never ends, but it changes. It is a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith: it is the price of love.

There is nothing about which I am more anxious than my country, and for its sake I am willing to die ten deaths, if that be possible.

Must! Is must a word to be addressed to princes? Little man, little man! Thy father, if he had been alive, durst not have used that word.

There is small disproportion betwixt a fool who useth not wit because he hath it not and him that useth it not when it should avail him.

One man with a head on his shoulders is worth a dozen without.

The stone often recoils on the head of the thrower.

Hang Irish harpers wherever found.