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

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

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

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

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.

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.

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