T is the Divinity that stirs within us.

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

The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.

Love is a second life.

Laughter, while it lasts, slackens and unbraces the mind, weakens the faculties, and causes a kind of remissness and dissolution in all the powers of the soul.

Flying would give such occasions for intrigues as people cannot meet with who have nothing but legs to carry them.

My voice is still for war.