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.
It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
Heaven often smites in mercy, even when the blow is severest.
If my heart were not light, I would die.
O mysterious Night! thou art not silent; many tongues halt thou.
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.