A mob is the scum that rises upmost when the nation boils.
All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Time, place, and action may with pains be wrought, but genius must be born; and never can be taught.
Set all things in their own peculiar place and know that order is the greatest grace.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Swear, food, or starve; for the dilemma's even; A tradesman thou! and hope to go to heaven?
If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams - the more they are condensed the deeper they burn.
Reason to rule but mercy to forgive The first is the law the last prerogative.
Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
We must beat the iron while it is hot but we may polish it at leisure.
The conscience of a people is their power.
War is the trade of Kings.
The first is the law, the last prerogative.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.