Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

Repartee Is The Soul Of Conversation.

Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The Light.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.