The Past is the textbook of tyrants; the Future is the Bible of the Free.

If not against us, nature is not for us.

The dinner-hour is the summer of the day: full of sunshine, I grant; but not like the mellow autumn of supper.

All the world over, the picturesque yields to the pocketesque.

Standing navies, as well as standing armies, serve to keep alive the spirit of war even in the meek heart of peace. In its very embers and smoulderings, they nourish that fatal fire, and half-pay officers, as the priests of Mars, yet guard the temple, though no god be there.

Nobody is so heartily despised as a pusillanimous, lazy, good-for-nothing, land-lubber; a sailor has no bowels of compassion for him.

Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins?