How beautiful is sorrow when it is dressed by virgin innocence! it makes felicity in others seem deformed.
How much pleasure they lose (and even the pleasures of heroic poesy are not unprofitable) who take away the liberty of a poet, and fetter his feet in the shackles of a historian.
Faith lights us through the dark to Deity.
Think not ambition wise, because 't is brave.
The assembled souls of all that men held wise.
Honor is the moral conscience of the great.