I had rather fashion my mind than furnish it.
If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.
The study of books is a drowsy and feeble exercise which does not warm you up.
Even in the midst of compassion we feel within I know not what tart sweet titillation of malicious pleasure in seeing others suffer; children have the same feeling.
Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope.
We have power over nothing except our will.