The roots of knowledge are bitter, but its fruit are sweet.

No deceit is so veiled as that which lies concealed behind the semblance of courtesy.

Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.

Hours and days and months and years go by; the past returns no more, and what is to be we cannot know; but whatever the time gives us in which we live, we should therefore be content.

A nation can survive its fools, even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within....for the traitor appears not to be a traitor...he rots the soul of a nation...he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist.

Let each man have according to his deserts.

Wars, therefore, are to be undertaken for this end, that we may live in peace, without being injured; but when we obtain the victory, we must preserve those enemies who behaved without cruelty or inhumanity during the war.