Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

All Thoughts, All Passions, All Delights Whatever Stirs This Mortal Frame All Are But Ministers Of Love And Feed His Sacred Flame.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

Look Through The Whole History Of Countries Professing The Romish Religion, And You Will Uniformly Find The Leaven Of This Besetting And Accursed Principle Of Action - That The End Will Sanction Any Means.

That Only Can With Propriety Be Styled Refinement Which, By Strengthening The Intellect, Purifies The Manners.

An Ear For Music Is Very Different From A Taste For Music. I Have No Ear Whatever; I Could Not Sing An Air To Save My Life; But I Have The Intensest Delight In Music, And Can Detect Good From Bad.