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.

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

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

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

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

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.