It is but seldom that any one overt act produces hostilities between two nations; there exists, more commonly, a previous jealousy and ill will, a predisposition to take offense.

One point is certain, that truth is one and immutable; until the jurors all agree, they cannot all be right.

There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living.

Christmas is here, Merry old Christmas, Gift-bearing Christmas, Day of grand memories, King of the year!

There are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.

History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription molders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

Men are always doomed to be duped, not so much by the arts of the other as by their own imagination. They are always wooing goddesses, and marrying mere mortals.