The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.
Greatness of any kind has no greater foe than a habit of drinking.
There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
Treason seldom dwells with courage.
Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.