Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

If my resolution to be a great man was half so strong as it is to despise the shame of being a little one.