I, a miserable wretch, haunted by a curse that shut up every avenue to enjoyment.

If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear!

With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

Elegance is inferior to virtue.

Till society is very differently constituted, parents, I fear, will still insist on being obeyed because they will be obeyed, and constantly endeavor to settle that power on a divine right which will not bear the investigation of reason.

When I step into the batter's box, the fans, the noise, the cheers, they all disappear. For that moment, the world is just a battle between me and the pitcher. And more than anything, I want to win.