“The eye is easily frightened.”
“If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.”
“Perpetual modernness is the measure of merit, in every work of art; since the author of it was not misled by anything short- livedor local, but abode by real and abiding traits.”
“The cruelest foe is a masked benefactor. The wars which make history so dreary have served the cause of truth and virtue.”
“Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.”
“I could better eat with one who did not respect the truth or the laws, than with a sloven and unpresentable person. Moral qualities rule the world, but at shorter distances, the senses are despotic.”
“Bounty, being free itself, thinks all others so.”
“He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, him not know t, and he's not robbed at all.”
“'Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed, When not to be, receives reproach of being, And the just pleasure lost, which is so deemed, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.”
“To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength,Gives, in your weakness, strength unto your foe,And so your follies fight against yourself.Fear, and be slain--so worse can come to fight;And fight and die is death destroying death,Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.”
“You must not thinkThat we are made of stuff so fat and dullThat we can let our beard be shook with dangerAnd think it pastime.”
“Doubt is a thief that often makes us fear to tread where we might have won.”
“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.”
“My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.”
“Life is comic or pitiful as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near-sighted, and can only attend towhat addresses the senses.”
“The wound of peace is surety, Surety secure.”
“They told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.”
“How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!”
