A true critic ought to dwell rather upon excellencies than imperfections

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

Plenty of people wish to become devout, but no one wishes to be humble.

It is not the business of virtue to extirpate the affections of the mind, but to regulate them.

Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete.

The English Writers of Tragedy are possessed with a Notion, that when they represent a virtuous or innocent Person in Distress, they ought not to leave him till they have delivered him out of his Troubles, or made him triumph over his Enemies.

My voice is still for war.