Joanna Baillie

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.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

I have seen the day, when, if a man made himself ridiculous, the world would laugh at him. But now, everything that is mean, disgusting, and absurd, pleases them but so much the better!

This pure air braces the listless nerves and warms the blood I feel in freedom here.

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel.