Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
Genius is independent of situation.
The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
Those who would make us feel must feel themselves.