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• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• The woman that deliberates is lost. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 1
• Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 1...
• I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed
  my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me...
• What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country!
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act iv, Sc. 4...
• Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4...
• The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 1...
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4