War is the only game in which both sides lose.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.

What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

He who indulges his sense in any excesses renders himself obnoxious to his own reason; and, to gratify the brute in him, displeases the man, and sets his two natures at variance.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

If a faultless poem could be produced, I am satisfied it would tire the critics themselves; and annoy the whole reading world with the spleen.