War is the only game in which both sides lose.

I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice

To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

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

All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

For deadly fear can time outgo, and blanch at once the hair.