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

God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.

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

If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.

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