An orator of past times declared that his calling was to make small things appear to be grand.

A foreign war is a lot milder than a civil war.

There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.

How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?

A straight oar looks bent in the water. It matters not merely that we see a thing, but how we see it.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its masters indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!

He that had never seen a river, imagined the first he met with to be the sea.