War is the trade of kings.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.