The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.