No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
I attempt an arduous task; but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.