A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.

The plainest case in many words entangling.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

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