Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes.

They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.

Neither prosperity nor empire nor heaven can be worth winning at the price of a virulent temper, bloody hands, an anguished spirit, and a vain hatred of the rest of the world.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Heav'nly love shall outdoo Hellish hate

Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.