Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age, When no man dies for love, but on the stage.
Either be wholly slaves or wholly free.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.