Power won by crime no one ever yet turned to a good purpose.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

It is the rare fortune of these days that one may think what one likes and say what one thinks.

Valor is the contempt of death and pain.

War will of itself discover and lay open the hidden and rankling wounds of the victorious party.

Even honor and virtue make enemies, condemning, as they do, their opposites by too close a contrast.

The principal office of history I take to be this: to prevent virtuous actions from being forgotten, and that evil words and deeds should fear an infamous reputation with posterity.