If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.
Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour and is not reminded of the flux of all things?
Hospitality consists in a little fire, a little food, and an immense quiet
The only compensation which war offers for its manifold mischiefs, is in the great personal qualities to which it gives scope and occasion.
The populace drags down the gods to their own level.
Nature is what you may do. There is much you may not do.