“O, I have read his Heart in his wicked eyes many a time. The very devil is in them.”

How difficult the task to quench the fire and the pride of private ambition, and to sacrifice ourselves and all our hopes and expectations to the public weal!

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.

Go ahead, climb up onto the velvet top of the highest stakes table. Place yourself as the bet. Look God in the eyes and finally, for once in your life, lose.

Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye, it is in the mind.

Nothing appears to be something. The human experience is a senseory organ for the divine self. Through these eyes, the divine gets to see itself in form.

My professional persona never loosens its grip, keeping an eye on me at all times.

A kitten is the most irresistible comedian in the world. Its wide-open eyes gleam with wonder and mirth. It darts madly at nothing at all, and then, as though suddenly checked in the pursuit, prances sideways on its hind legs with ridiculous agility and zeal.

There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.

When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection.

Place (or put) a spider on top of a mountain, it will only try to catch flies; alas, they are many those who, in the figurative meaning, have spider’s eyes.