If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?