The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

There are certain scenes that would awe an atheist into belief, without the help of other argument.

Any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity.

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?

Rich with the spoils of time.