War is never lenient but where it is wanton; where men are compelled to fight in self-defence, they must hate and avenge. This may be bad, but it is human nature; it is the clay as it came from the hands of the Potter.

And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

Then none was for a party; Than all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.

The highest eulogy which can be pronounced on the Revolution of 1688 is this that this was our last Revolution.

[I can] scarcely write upon mathematics or mathematicians. Oh for words to express my abomination of the science.

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!