Zealous in the commencement, careless in the end.

In all things there is a law of cycles.

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

This I regard as history's highest function, to let no worthy action be uncommemorated, and to hold out the reprobation of posterity as a terror to evil words and deeds.

Benefits received are a delight to us as long as we think we can requite them; when that possibility is far exceeded, they are repaid with hatred instead of gratitude.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.

Whatever is unknown is magnified.