Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

All habits gather by unseen degrees.

I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

A happy genius is the gift of nature.

All empire is no more than power in trust.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.