There Poetry shall tune her sacred voice, And wake from ignorance the Western World. - Samuel Johnson

Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find?
Must dull Suspense corrupt the stagnant Mind?
Must helpless Man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the Torrent of his Fate?
Must no Dislike alarm, no Wishes rise,
Nor Cries invoke the Mercies of the Skies?
Enquirer, cease, Petitions yet remain
Which Heaven may hear, nor deem Religion vain.
Still raise for Good the supplicating Voice,
But leave to Heaven the Measure and the Choice.

Nature has given woman so much power that the law cannot afford to give her more.

There is in this world no real delight (excepting those of sensuality), but exchange of ideas in conversation.