I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.

Everyone is as God has made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse.

Let us not throw the rope after the bucket.

Great people create great acts of kindness.

The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

Blessed be those happy ages that were strangers to the dreadful fury of these devilish instruments of artillery, whose inventor I am satisfied is now in Hell, receiving the reward of his cursed invention, which is the cause that very often a cowardly base hand takes away the life of the bravest gentleman.