It is the age that forms the man, not the man that forms the age.
The chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous.
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
Power, safely defied, touches its downfall.
The end of government is the happiness of the people.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.