Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.

At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.

A legal kiss is never as good as a stolen one.

If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.

The heart is commonly reached, not through the reason, but through the imagination, by means of direct impressions, by the testimony of facts and events, by history, by description. Persons influence us, voices melt us, looks subdue us, deeds inflame us.

It is not something I must do but something I want to do….

Not being beautiful was the true blessing. Not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. The pretty girl has a handicap to overcome.

They can conquer who believe they can.

Only so much do I know, as I have lived.

The price of justice is eternal publicity.

Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grave, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.

A hypocrite is in himself both the archer and the mark, in all actions shooting at his own praise or profit.

Of all acts of man repentance is the most divine. The greatest of all faults is to be conscious of none.

A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board.

It seems that when we are oppressed by the knowledge of our worthlessness we do not see ourselves as lower than some and higher than others, but as lower than the lowest of mankind. We hate then the whole world, and we would pour our wrath upon the whole of creation.

If we see a speck in a brother's eye, we must first see if there is a log in our own eye; perhaps that speck in our brother's eye is only a reflection of the beam in our own.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Such words fall to often on our cold and careless ears with the triteness of long familiarity; but to Octavia . . . they seemed to be written in sunbeams.

It is a thing very displeasing to me when the hen speaks and the cock is silent.