History Is But A Confused Heap Of

Armies, Though Always The Supporters And Tools Of Absolute Power For The Time Being, Are Always The Destroyers Of It Too; By Frequently Changing The Hands In Which They Think Proper To Lodge It.

You Must Embrace The Man You Hate, If You Cannot Be Justified In Knocking Him Down.

When Griefs Are Genuine, I Find, There Is Nothing More Vacuous, More Burdensome, Or Even More Impertinent, Than Letters Of Consolation.

In Nature The Most Violent Passions Are Silent; In Tragedy They Must Speak And Speak With Dignity Too.

The Possibility Of Remedying Imprudent Actions Is Commonly An Inducement To Commit Them.