“It is sweet to surve one country by deeds, and it is not absurd to surve her by words.”

The glory of ancestors sheds a light around posterity; it allows neither good nor bad qualities to remain in obscurity.

Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.

It is always easy enough to take up arms, but very difficult to lay them down; the commencement and the termination of war are not necessarily in the same hands; even a coward may begin, but the end comes only when the victors are willing.

A good man would prefer to be defeated than to defeat injustice by evil means.

Every bad precedent originated as a justifiable measure.

No mortal man has ever served at the same time his passions and his best interests.

Neither soldiers nor money can defend a king but only friends won by good deeds, merit, and honesty.

Kings are more prone to mistrust the good than the bad; and they are always afraid of the virtues of others.

But the case has proved that to be true which Appius says in his songs, that each man is the maker of his own fate.

The soul is the captain and ruler of the life of morals.

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Ambition breaks the ties of blood, and forgets the obligations of gratitude.

Harmony makes small things grow; lack of it makes great things decay.

But at power or wealth, for the sake of which wars, and all kinds of strife, arise among mankind, we do not aim; we desire only our liberty, which no honorable man relinquishes but with his life.

But few prize honour more than money.

The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby’s arms, hell is when my baby’s not here.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

Bitter are the roots of study, but how sweet their fruit.

You would see me cover every Adele, Christina Aguilera, Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood. Then I’d have to do ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ and ‘Crazy Train,’ and it was a really weird combination.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

When old people speak it is not because of the sweetness of words in our mouths; it is because we see something which you do not see.

Our most treasured family heirloom are our sweet family memories.