Virtue is that perfect good, which is the complement of a happy life; the only immortal thing that belongs to mortality.

There is nothing that Nature has made necessary which is more easy than death; we are longer a-coming into the world than going out of it; and there is not any minute of our lives wherein we may not reasonably expect it. Nay, it is but a momen'ts work, the parting of soul and body. What a shame is it then to stand in fear of anything so long that is over so soon!

He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the afflicted, denies it.

Pleasure dies at the very moment when it charms us most.

It is the failing of youth not to be able to restrain its own violence.

Hesitation is the best cure for anger. The first blows of anger are heavy, but if it waits, it will think again.

War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.