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

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 moderns cannot reach their beauties, but can avoid their imperfections.

That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?

The memory is perpetually looking back when we have nothing present to entertain us. It is like those repositories in animals that are filled with food, on which they may ruminate when their present pastures fail.

The first of all virtues is innocence; the next is modesty. If we banish modesty out of the world, she carries away with her half the virtue that is in it.

I am wonderfully pleased when I meet with any passage in an old Greek or Latin author, that is not blown upon, and which I have never met with in any quotation.