Only the dead have seen the end of the war.
Familiarity breeds contempt only when it breeds inattention.
Every nation thinks its own madness normal and requisite; more passion and more fancy it calls folly, less it calls imbecility.
Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
Man is as full of potential as he is of importance.