Joanna Baillie Quotes

Pity embedded lies where love hath been.

What custom hath endeared We part with sadly, though we prize it not.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear, for that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fears subdues, and bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

Curse your snug comfortable ways of living! My soul abhors the idea of it. I’ll pack up all I have in a knapsack first, and join the wild Indians in America.