Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

Threatened folk live long.

When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.