What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.