What Society Wants Is A New Motive,

War Is Never Lenient But Where It Is Wanton; Where Men Are Compelled To Fight In Self-defence, They Must Hate And Avenge. This May Be Bad, But It Is Human Nature; It Is The Clay As It Came From The Hands Of The Potter.

Our Judgment Ripens; Our Imagination Decays. We Cannot At Once Enjoy The Flowers Of The Spring Of Life And The Fruits Of Its Autumn.

We Are Free, We Are Civilised, To Little Purpose, If We Grudge To Any Portion Of The Human Race An Equal Measure Of Freedom And Civilisation.

Temple Was A Man Of The World Amongst Men Of Letters, A Man Of Letters Amongst Men Of The World.

We Know No Spectacle So Ridiculous As The British Public In One Of Its Periodical Fits Of Morality.