That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Politicians neither love nor hate.

When we view elevated ideas of Nature, the result of that view is admiration, which is always the cause of pleasure.

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.

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

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

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