'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

War's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.

He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.