It is a great disgrace to religion, to imagine that it is an enemy to mirth and cheerfulness, and a severe exacter of pensive looks and solemn faces.
War is the only game in which both sides lose.
Chess is a sad waste of brains.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.
For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.