Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er.

Fair play is a jewel.

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.