“What is it that affectionate parents require of their Children; for all their care, anxiety, and toil on their accounts? Only that they would be wise and virtuous, Benevolent and kind.”

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands.

The parent of slavery, ignorance, and barbarism, which places man upon a level with his fellow tenants of the woods.

I desire you would Remember the Ladies, and be more generous and favourable to them than your ancestors.

Humble indeed, when compared to the Palaces you have visited, and the pomp you have been witness to.

But like them, may we learn by defeat the power of becoming invincible.

Posterity who are to reap the blessings will scarcely be able to conceive the hardships and sufferings of their ancestors.

The world perhaps would laugh at me, and accuse me of vanity, but you I know have a mind too enlarged and liberal to disregard the Sentiment.

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember all men would be tyrants if they could.

You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

The reins of government have been so long slackened, that I fear the people will not quietly submit to those restraints which are necessary for the peace and security of the community.

The habits of a vigorous mind are born in contending with difficulties.

Its never to late to get back on your feet though we wont live forever make sure you accomplish what you were put here for

If we mean to have Heroes, Statesmen and Philosophers, we should have learned women.

The house shakes…with the roar of the cannon. No sleep for me tonight.

I begin to think, that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Man was made for action and for bustle too, I believe.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.

Anxiety and fear are cousins but not twins. Fear sees a threat. Anxiety imagines one.

Anxiety is our agitated soul scrambling for control.

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

If you didn’t have anxiety, then you wouldn’t have passion for anything. The reason we have anxiety is because you care and you’re thoughtful.

There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

I’ve spent most of my life not understanding that my anxiety was causing a downward spiral, self-medicating, and self-sabotage.