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

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains.

No country can find eternal peace and comfort where the vote of Judas Iscariot is as good as the vote of the Saviour of mankind.

All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble; work is alone noble.

Eyes bright, with many tears, behind them.

Authors are the vanguard in the march of mind, the intellectual backwoodsmen, reclaiming from the idle wilderness new territories for the thought and activity of their happier brethren.

Pain was not given thee merely to be miserable under; learn from it, turn it to account.