Much Mischief Is Done In The World

Yet Reason Frowns In War's Unequal Game, Where Wasted Nations Raise A Single Name; And Mortgag'd States Their Grandsire's Wreaths Regret, From Age To Age In Everlasting Debt; Wreaths Which At Last The Dear-bought Right Convey To Rust On Medals, Or On Stones Decay.

The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions.

He Was So Generally Civil, That Nobody Thanked Him For It.

Pity Is Not Natural To Man. Children Always Are Cruel. Savages Are Always Cruel.

The Process Is The Reality.