Date: June, 1793

"When Pope's warbling numbers glide, / Smooth as the unruffled tide; / When the sylphs and sylphids fly, / Thro' the azure of the sky; / When he sports on Windsor plains, / Fancy still unrivall'd reigns."

— Anonymous

Date: June, 1793

"Endless 'twould be to name the views; / The various views, that fancy shews, / To lessen human cares and woes; / Fancy who alternate dwells, / In palaces, and moss-clad cells; / Fancy powerful o'er mankind, / Whose settled dwelling is the mind."

— Anonymous

Date: 1795

"[T]hen here's my hand! for thou art the best soul living; with a heart of gold, and heels of feather, in the service of humanity"

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Oh! it was not a diamond which engraved that image on my heart"

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"My little boy slumbered sweetly: but my anguish steeled my heart against every sentiment of feeling, and compelled me to wake him"

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices."

— Anonymous

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."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Mind and body are both subdued by affliction and chains; their heads are fixed between great wooden forks, supported behind with iron cramps; not one can stir a step without the other; all walk in procession panting under the heavy fork."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Fetters are needless where the affections are rivetted by beneficent actions. Thou hast left me free, and I am thy slave for ever; with my arms in bonds, I could have escaped, but thou fetterest my heart—I will never forsake thee!"

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)