Religion is the eldest sister of philosophy: on whatever subjects they may differ, it is unbecoming in either to quarrel, and most so about their inheritance.

Democracy is always the work of kings. Ashes, which in themselves are sterile, fertilize the land they are cast upon.

States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay.

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

Fame often rests at first upon something accidental, and often, too, is swept away, or for a time removed; but neither genius nor glory, is conferred at once, nor do they glimmer and fall, like drops in a grotto, at a shout.

We cannot conquer fate and necessity, yet we can yield to them in such a manner as to be greater than if we could.

Hope is the mother of faith.