Eyes will not see when the heart wishes them to be blind.

Great is he who enjoys his earthenware as if it were plate, and not less great is the man to whom all his plate is no more that earthenware.

No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.

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 shall never be ashamed to quote a bad author if what he says is good.

He that visits the sick in hopes of a legacy, but is never so friendly in all other cases, I look upon him as being no better than a raven that watches a weak sheep only to peck out its eyes.

If we desire to judge justly, we must persuade ourselves that none of us is without sin.