Better it were not to live than to live a coward.

I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I'm introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!

But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.

There is nothing exempt from the peril of mutation; the earth, heavens, and whole world is thereunto subject.

In a word, we may gather out of History a policy no less wise than I eternal; by the comparison and application of other mens fore-passed miseries with our own like errours and ill-deservings.

The bodies of men, munition, and money may justly be called the sinews of war.

Let valour end my life!