I will indulge my sorrows, and give way to all the pangs and fury of despair.

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair.

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

A man who is furnished with arguments from the mint will convince his antagonist much sooner than one who draws them from reason and philosophy

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.

But the sound of despair is never pleasant; it sounds suspiciously like lying.