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

Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.

The man who consecrates his hours by vigorous effort, and an honest aim, at once he draws the sting of life and Death; he walks with nature; and her paths are peace.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise

They only babble who practise not reflection

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?