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.
Where there is much freedom there is much error.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.
Time flies on restless pinions - constant never.
Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.
Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance.