Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
War is the only game in which both sides lose.
Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.
The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last