I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

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

A good man's prayers will from the deepest dungeon climb heaven's height, and bring a blessing down.

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

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.