To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddess she determines Herself the glory of a creditor,Both thanks and use.

Where is your ancient courage? You were used to say extremities was the trier of spirits; That common chances common men could bear; That when the sea was calm all boats alike showed mastership in floating.

I feel within me a peace above all earthly dignities, a still and quiet conscience.

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

In friendship, as in love, we are often happier through our ignorance than our knowledge.