It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Send me no more reviews of any kind. I will read no more of evil or good in that line. Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years .

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.