Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above it. - Washington Irving

In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.

There are some causes sosacred as to carry with them an irresistible appeal to every virtuous bosom; and he needs but little power of eloquence, who defends the honour of his wife, his mother, or his country.

His [the author's] renown has been purchased, not by deeds of violence and blood, but by the diligent dispensation of pleasure.