The articulate, trained voice is more distracting than mere noise.
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.
I was shipwrecked before I got aboard.
Nothing deters a good man from doing what is honourable.
Every man prefers belief to the exercise of judgment.
The wise man lives as long as he should, not just as long as he likes.