To a people warlike and indigent, an incursion into a rich country is never hurtful.

When once the forms of civility are violated, there remains little hope of return to kindness or decency.

That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm, quiet interchange of sentiments...

In Shakespeare's plays, the mourner hastening to bury his friend is all the time colliding with the reveller hastening to his wine.

Man is a transitory being, and his designs must partake of the imperfections their author.

Whatever enlarges hope will also exalt courage.

I would be loath to speak ill of any person who I do not know deserves it, but I am afraid he is an attorney.