If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.
We should have a bond of sympathy for all sentient beings, knowing that only the depraved and base take pleasure in the sight of blood and suffering.
The greatest wealth is a poverty of desires.
We live not according to reason, but according to fashion.
It is not poverty that we praise, it is the man whom poverty cannot humble or bend.
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.