I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

Caution comes too late when we are in the midst of evils.

Treason seldom dwells with courage.

True love's the gift which God has given to man alone beneath the heaven.