Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.