If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

War in men’s eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory’s sake; – Wait a little longer.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.