12 Quotes by Beilby Porteus

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

He who foresees calamities, suffers them twice over.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.

War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

Bad thoughts quickly ripen into bad actions.

The joy resulting from the diffusion of blessings to all around us is the purest and sublimest that can ever enter the human mind, and can be conceived only by those who have experienced it. Next to the consolations of divine grace, it is the most sovereign balm to the miseries of life, both in him who is the object of it, and in him who exercises it.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.

Through the sequester'd vale of rural life The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.