O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

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

The plainest case in many words entangling.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

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.