God has punished the knave, and the devil has drowned the rest.

Pleasantry is never good on serious points, because it always regards subjects in that point of view in which it is not the purpose to consider them.

I would rather obey a fine lion, much stronger than myself, than two hundred rats of my own species.

It is the flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

History is only the pattern of silken slippers descending the stairs to the thunder of hobnailed boots climbing upward from below.

Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.

The road to the heart is the ear