Men naturally warm and heady are transported with the greatest flush of good-nature.

Nothing is more amiable than true modesty, and nothing more contemptible than the false. The one guards virtue, the other betrays it.

Better to die ten thousand deaths, Than wound my honour.

If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue.

Sir Francis Bacon observed that a well-written book, compared with its rivals and antagonists, is like Moses' serpent, that immediately swallowed up and devoured those of the Egyptians.

My voice is still for war.

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.