For harmony makes small states great, while discord undermines the mightiest empires.

Poor Britons, there is some good in them after all - they produced an oyster.

Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.

The glory of wealth and of beauty is fleeting and frail; virtue is illustrious and everlasting.

Fortune rules in all things, and advances and depresses things more out of her own will than right and justice.

By union the smallest states thrive. By discord the greatest are destroyed.

To like and dislike the same things that is indeed true friendship.