It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

History repeats itself.

To act with doubleness towards a man whose own conduct was double, was so near an approach to virtue that it deserved to be called by no meaner name than diplomacy.

The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.

How can one ever do anything nobly Christian, living among people with such petty thoughts?