A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.

Paradise is open to all kind hearts.

Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.

A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.

Our friends, the enemy.

Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.

What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.