War is the only game in which both sides lose.

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

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

We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.