Resistance to oppression is second nature.

I persist on praising not the life I lead, but that which I ought to lead. I follow it at a mighty distance, crawling

The acquisition of riches has been to many not an end to their miseries, but a change in them: The fault is not in the riches, but the disposition.

Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?

Luck never made a man wise.

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?