Pliny the Elder

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.

An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.

Such is the audacity of man, that he hath learned to counterfeit Nature, yea, and is so bold as to challenge her in her work.

It is notoriously true that the public mind is seriously agitated with apprehensions of negroes insurrections and that it is becoming more and more so.

Fear follows crime and is its punishment.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.