We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
Even the weak become strong when they are united.
Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.
The history of the world is the world's court of justice.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
Sorrow is brief but joy is endless