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

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!

Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.