Edward Thomson

What are the sciences but maps of universal laws; and universal laws but the channels of universal power; and universal power but the outgoings of a supreme universal mind.

What, what is virtue, but repose of mind. A pure ethereal calm, that knows no storm; above the reach of wild ambitions’ wind, above those passions that this world deform and torture man.

True valor lies in the mind, the never-yielding purpose, nor owns the blind award of giddy fortune.

War is the corruption and disgrace of man.

Great trials seem to be necessary preparation for great duties. It would seem that the more important the enterprise, the more severe the trial to which the agent is subjected in his preparation.

In waking whispers and repeated dreams, to hint pure thoughts and warn the favored soul.

It is success that colors all in life; success makes fools admired, makes villains honest.

Love, Gratitude, and Pity wept at once.