For every one hundred men who can stand adversity there is only one who can withstand prosperity.

Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him.

A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.

Variety is the condition of harmony.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.

Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light and another of darkness on the confines of two everlasting empires, - Necessity and Free Will.

In a certain sense all men are historians.