It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.

Men almost universally have acknowledged providence, but that fact has had no force to destroy natural aversions and fears in the presence of events.

A man's memory may almost become the art of continually varying and misrepresenting his past, according to his interest in the present.

The tendency to gather and to breed philosophers in universities does not belong to ages of free and humane reflection: it is scholastic and proper to the Middle Ages and to Germany.

The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred.

The unforgivable sin is the refusal to pardon.

For Shakespeare, in the matter of religion, the choice lay between Christianity and nothing. He chose nothing.