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

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

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.

To make the cunning artless, tame the rude, subdue the haughty, shake the undaunted soul; yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, and lead him forth as a domestic cur,--these are the triumphs of all-powerful beauty.

Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.

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.