History - the devil's scripture

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.

Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

Self praise is no praise at all.