“What shall he fear that does not fear death.”

Innocence has a friend in heaven.

Be noble minded! Our own heart, and not other men’s opinions of us, forms our true honor.

To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.

The victor is often vanquished by his own success.

One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.

Full of wisdom are the ordinations of fate.

O the eye’s light is a noble gift of Heaven! All beings live from light, each fair created thing; the very plants turn with a joyful transport to the light.

Yes great people are always subject to persecution and always getting into straits.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

Youth covets; let not this covetousness seduce you.

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

Man is an imitative creature.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.

There must be a remedy even for such a crying evil as this [abortion]. But where shall it be found, at least where begin, if not in the complete enfranchisement and elevation of women?

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

It is hard for the old slave holding spirit to die. But die it must.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.