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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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