Death, whether it regards ourselves or others, appears less terrible in war than at home. The cries of women and children, friends in anguish, a dark room, dim tapers, priests and physicians, are what affect us the most on the death-bed. Behold us already more than half dead and buried.

The coward reckons himself cautious, the miser frugal.

No man ever did a designed injury to another, but at the same time he did a greater to himself.

A great mind will neither give an affront nor bear it.

Who hath not courage to revenge will never find generosity to forgive.

The mind is never more highly gratified than in contemplating a natural landscape.

False praise is always confined to the great.