The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do.

Men still had faults, and men will have them still; He that hath none, and lives as angels do, Must be an angel.

Politics means facing up to hard choices and facing down prejudice, short-termism, the easy, tempting court of knee-jerk public reaction.

Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues, or inflame our vices.

Faith moves mountains, if faith were easy there would be no mountains.

One of the reasons why a number of people have decided to go into the opposition were the reforms we carried out.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

Pigs eat grass if they are very hungry, but they can't use it as a regular source of food.

In times to resist, do not step aside; stay solid like a statue! In times to step aside, do not resist; be flexible like a snake!

Every actual State is corrupt. Good men must not obey the laws too well.

Theories are like patches on a coat, one day they just wear off.

What seems distinctively modern as a unit of thought, of art, of discourse is the fragment; and the quotation is one kind of fragment.