I have seen her and sister cry over a book for an hour together, and they said, they liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

What cities, as great as this, have... promised themselves immortality! Posterity can hardly trace the situation of some. The sorrowful traveller wanders over the awful ruins of others... Here stood their citadel, but now grown over with weeds; there their senate-house, but now the haunt of every noxious reptile; temples and theatres stood here, now only an undistinguished heap of ruins.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Little things are great to little men.

Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.