The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.
— James Thomson
Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.
Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.
For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.
'Tis easier for the generous to forgive, than for offence to ask it.
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?
I think a bishop who doesn't give offence to anyone is probably not a good bishop.
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
Health is the vital principle of bliss, and exercise, of health.
Ingratitude is treason to mankind.
That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.
