Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

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

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.

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.

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 bliss even of a moment still is bliss.

Men's actions to futurity appear but as the events to which they are conjoined do give them consequence.