War Is A Trade Of Kings.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.

He Was The Man Who Of All Modern, And Perhaps Ancient Poets, Had The Largest And Most Comprehensive Soul. . . . He Was Naturally Learn'd; He Needed Not The Spectacles Of Books To Read Nature; He Looked Inwards, And Found Her There. . . . He Is Many Times Flat, Insipid; His Comic Wit Degenerating In To Clenches, His Serious Swelling Into Bombast. But He Is Always Great, When Some Occasion Is Presented To Him.