Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!

Complaisance renders a superior amiable, an equal agreeable, and an inferior acceptable.

Without constancy there is neither love, friendship, nor virtue in the world.

The moral perfections of the Deity, the more attentively, we consider, the more perfectly still shall we know them.

There is nothing which we receive with so much reluctance as advice.

If men would consider not so much wherein they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling in the world.

My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?