Criticism is not construction, it is observation.

Virtue does not truly reward her votary if she leaves him sad and half doubtful whether it would not have been better to serve vice.

It is not the ship so much as the skillful sailing that assures the prosperous voyage.

A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor.

The Pride of ancestry increases in the ratio of distance.

Our common liberty is consecrated by a common sorrow.

Criticism is not construction, it is observation.