Date: 1793
"I must consider what's to be done--and in this room my thoughts are too confined to reflect."
preview | full record— Inchbald [née Simpson], Elizabeth (1753-1821)
Date: 1795
"My brain was a broker's shop; the little good furniture it contained all hid by lumber!"
preview | full record— Holcroft, Thomas (1745-1809)
Date: 1796
"What an abominable thing is reading? by this means, the mind is put into a hot-house and forced like a pineapple in Europe; and then produces bad fruit."
preview | full record— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1796
"Alas! the door is locked and bolted, as the hearts of white men are."
preview | full record— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1796, 1806
"Ambition!--not that emulative zeal Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men! / But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r, / That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws, / And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity, / Strikes at the root of reason, and confines / Nature itself in bondage!"
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)
Date: 1799
"If I knew but of a key to his heart, my closet should be open to him directly
preview | full record— Geisweiler, Maria (fl. 1799); Kotezebue (1761-1819)
Date: 1799
"When ease and tranquillity have concluded peace in the cabinet of the mind, the rebellious subjects lay down their arms of their own accord."
preview | full record— Ludger, Conrad (b. 1748)
Date: 1799
"Whilst the human heart remains without a glass window, nobody should say--that is mean; for God alone scrutinizes the heart"
preview | full record— Ludger, Conrad (b. 1748)
Date: November 12, 1816
"But what land, that poet ever sung, or enchanter swayed, can equal that, which, when the slave's foot touches, he becomes free--his prisoned soul starts forth, his swelling nerves burst the chain that enthrall'd him, and, in his own strength he stands, as the rock he treads on, majestic and secu...
preview | full record— Morton, Thomas (1764-1838)
Date: 1820
"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)