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.

The bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

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

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

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

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.