An Ingenuous Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise

If In Argument We Can Make A Man Angry With Us, We Have Drawn Him From His Vantage Ground And Overcome Him.

It Often Comes Into My Head That We May Dream When We Are Dead, But I Am Far From Sure We Do. O That It Were So! Then My Rest Would Be Indeed Among The Blest; I Should For Ever Dream Of You.

We Care Not How Many See Us In Choler, When We Rave And Bluster, And Make As Much Noise And Bustle As We Can; But If The Kindest And Most Generous Affection Comes Across Us, We Suppress Every Sign Of It, And Hide Ourselves In Nooks And Covert.

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

It Is As Wise To Moderate Our Belief As Our Desires.