If you would know who controls you see who you may not criticise.

To rob, to ravage, to murder, in their imposing language, are the arts of civil policy. When they have made the world a solitude, they call it peace.

Posterity allows to every man his true value and proper honours.

So true is it that all transactions of preeminent importance are wrapt in doubt and obscurity; while some hold for certain facts the most precarious hearsays, others turn facts into falsehood; and both are exaggerated by posterity.

Adversity deprives us of our judgment.

Every great example of punishment has in it some injustice, but the suffering individual is compensated by the public good.

They make a desert and call it peace.