War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.

We are not altogether here to tolerate. We are here to resist, to control and vanquish withal.

Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.

Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour, but then centuries to try it in, they are found to be identical.

A witty statesman said, you might prove anything by figures.

Man, it is not thy works, which are mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.

Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil; for which reason I have long since as good as renounced it.