Date: 1790

"That the countenance is an index of the mind, he has here fully shewn; honesty being pictured in the countenance of the accused, and villainy in that of his accusers."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1790

"This passion, like a snow-ball, will gather as it rolls, and gain strength by age."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1790

"Vain are a man's titles--vain his wealth--vain his pursuits of pleasure--the guilty mind has no enjoyment--neither rank nor riches can steel the breast against the stings of conscience."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1790

"True happiness is seated in the mind, and within every one's reach If our fortune is not adequate to our wishes, let us confine our wishes to our fortune."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1790

"'A CLOSE mouth,' says Solomon, 'makes a wise head' and 'a fool's bolt is soon shot,' implying, that prating and tattling is the index of a weak mind."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1790, 1794

"You, my dear friend, who have felt the tender attachments of love and friendship, and the painful anxieties which absence occasions, even amidst scenes of variety and pleasure; who understand the value at which tidings from those we love is computed in the arithmetic of the heart."

— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)

Date: 1790

"Such services, when weighed in the scale of reason, may prove rigorously just, but, in the balance of love, they will be found wanting. The head may understand the general theory of kindness, but the heart only can practise the detail; as the sculptor can give to marble an expression of human fe...

— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)

Date: 1790

"Alas! when an impassioned mind, wounded by indifference, attempts recrimination, it is like a naked and bleeding Indian attacking a man arrayed in complete armour, whose fortified bosom no stroke can penetrate, while every blow which indignant anguish rashly aims, recoils on the unguarded heart."

— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)

Date: 1790

"In vain we may lament the loss of our tranquillity; for peace, like the wandering dove, has forsaken its habitation in the bosom, and will return no more."

— Williams, Helen Maria (1759-1827)

Date: March 8, 1790

"Your pow'r my captive heart in chains shall bind, / Sweet as the graces of your face and mind."

— Kemble, John Philip (1757-1823)