A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.

We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.

Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.