War being the greatest of evils, all its accessories necessarily partake of the same character.

Better be secure under one king, than exposed to violence from twenty millions of monarchs, though oneself be one of them.

We die, because we live.

One trembles to think of that mysterious thing in the soul, which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction, but in spite of the individual's own innocence self, will still dream horrid dreams, and mutter unmentionable thoughts.

For God's sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man's blood was spilled for it.

Thou wine art the friend of the friendless, though a foe to all.

To certain temperaments, especially when previously agitated by any deep feeling, there is perhaps nothing more exasperating, andwhich sooner explodes all self-command, than the coarse, jeering insolence of a porter, cabman, or hack-driver.