Justice-august and pure, the abstract idea of all that would be perfect in the spirits and the inspirations of men!-where the mind rises; where the heart expands; where the countenance is ever placid and benign; where her favorite attitude is to stoop to the unfortunate; to hear their cry and to help them; to rescue and relieve; to succor and save; majestic, from its mercy; venerable, from its Lutility; uplifted, without pride; firm without obduracy; beneficent in each preference; lovely, though in her frown!
Humanity is composed but of two categories, the invalids and the nurses - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Humanity is composed but of two categories, the invalids and the nurses
- Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Women govern us; let us render them perfect: the more they are enlightened, so much the more shall we be. On the cultivation of the mind of women dep… - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Women govern us; let us render them perfect: the more they are enlightened, so much the more shall we be. On the cultivation of the mind of women dep…
There's only one truth about war: people die. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
There's only one truth about war: people die.
The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
The surest way not to fail is to determine to succeed.
Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.
Never say more than is necessary. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Never say more than is necessary.
I open with a clock striking, to beget an awful attention in the audience - it also marks the time, which is four o clock in the morning, and saves a… - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
I open with a clock striking, to beget an awful attention in the audience - it also marks the time, which is four o clock in the morning, and saves a…
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
For in religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere. - Richard Brinsley Sheridan
For in religion as in friendship, they who profess most are ever the least sincere.
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