It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.
Joanna BailliePride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.
Joanna BaillieThis 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.
Joanna Baillie