The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Every man, in proportion to his virtue, considers himself, with respect to the great community of mankind, as the steward and guardian of their interests in the property which he chances to possess. Every man, in proportion to his wisdom, sees the manner in which it is his duty to employ the resources which the consent of mankind has intrusted to his discretion.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.