Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.—Bovée.
A person under the firm persuasion that he can command resources virtually has them.—Livy.
The supreme fall of falls is this, the first doubt of one's self.—Countess de Gasparin.
It's right to trust in God; but if you don't stand to your halliards, your craft'll miss stays, and your faith'll be blown out of the bolt-ropes in the turn of a marlinspike.—George MacDonald.
The best lightning-rod for your protection is your own spine.—Emerson.
Sensibility.—The wild-flower wreath of feeling, the sunbeam of the heart.—Halleck.
Sensibility is the power of woman.—Lavater.
Feeling loves a subdued light.—Madame Swetchine.
Sensitiveness.—Solomon's Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as a sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendoes.—George Eliot.
That chastity of honor which felt a stain like a wound.—Burke.