Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
Evil is only good perverted.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.