Date: May 18, 1782, 1785

"Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!"

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)

Date: May 18, 1782, 1785

"Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation!"

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)

Date: March 29, 1785; 1793

"Do, mother, put your hand upon my heart, it springs like a bird in my breast with joy."

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)

Date: May 18, 1782, 1785

"Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd."

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)

Date: 1786

Love of admiration may be a ruling passion

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)

Date: 1786

Uncouth men may have "minds like rich metals, as yet unpurify'd from alloy; but let it once be known that the ore is gold, and the refiner's hand will soon bring forth the bullion"

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)