Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

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.

War is the only game in which both sides lose.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

Saint George and the Dragon!-Bonny Saint George for Merry England!-The castle is won!

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.