Courage is the thing. All goes if courage goes.

Were a man's sorrows and disquietudes summed up at the end of his life, it would generally be found that he had suffered more from the apprehension of such evils as never happened to him than from those evils which had really befallen him.

There is nobody so weak of invention that cannot make some little stories to villify his enemy.

It is the privilege of posterity to set matters right between those antagonists who, by their rivalry for greatness, divided a whole age.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.

The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.