So much enamoured on peace that he [Falkland] would have been glad the King should have bought it at any price.

[For him, that role illustrated some of the quirks of live theater.] They liked my hair, ... then they put me in a hat or wig for everything except one scene.

It is not the quantity of the meat, but the cheerfulness of the guests, which makes the feast

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

... as long as mankind shall continue to bestow more liberal applause on their destroyers than their benefactors, the thirst of military glory will ever be the vice of the most exalted characters.

Prayer is the water that chisels away the rock of self-importance.