He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.
If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.
The more we bestow the richer we become.
Our greatest enemies, the ones we must fight most often, are within.
There is something absurd in supposing a continent to be perpetually governed by an island.
A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason.