For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.

Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.