Me care for te laws when te laws care for me.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.