To Be Truly And Really Independent Is

The Doubts Of Love Are Never To Be Wholly Overcome; They Grow With Its Various Anxieties, Timidities, And Tenderness, And Are The Very Fruits Of The Reverence In Which The Admired Object Is Beheld.

Life Is A Warfare; And He Who Easily Desponds Deserts A Double Duty--he Betrays The Noblest Property Of Man, Which Is Dauntless Resolution; And He Rejects The Providence Of That All-gracious Being Who Guides And Rules The Universe.

National Antipathy Is The Basest, Because The Most Illiberal And Illiterate Of All Prejudices.

Virtue, Without The Graces, Is Like A Rich Diamond Unpolished--it Hardly Looks Better Than A Common Pebble; But When The Hand Of The Master Rubs Off The Roughness, And Forms The Sides Into A Thousand Brilliant Surfaces, It Is Then That We Acknowledge Its Worth, Admire Its Beauty, And Long To Wear It In Our Bosoms.

The Only Impregnable Citadel Of Virtue Is Religion; For There Is No Bulwark Of Mere Morality, Which Some Temptation May Not Overtop Or Undermine, And Destroy.