That man is thought a dangerous knave, Or zealot plotting crime, Who for advancement of his kind Is wiser than his time.

Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.

We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment

Sir, you are like a pin, but without either its head or its point.

In this world truth can wait; she's used to it.