Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.

A day for toil, an hour for sport, but for a friend is life too short.

We, as we read, must become Greeks, Romans, Turks, priest and king, martyr and executioner; must fasten these images to some reality in our secret experience, or we shall learn nothing rightly.

Since everything in nature answers to a moral power, if any phenomenon remains brute and dark, it is that the corresponding faculty in the observer is not yet active.

The cruelest foe is a masked benefactor. The wars which make history so dreary have served the cause of truth and virtue.

The god of Victory is said to be one-handed, but Peace gives victory to both sides.

There is a good ear, in some men, that draws supplies to virtue out of very indifferent nutriment.