Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.

Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.