We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.