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

There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.