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.

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!

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

Time never bears such moments on his wing as when he flies too swiftly to be marked.

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

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

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