鈥淭here is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.鈥�
-- Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account.
Lest He returning chide...
-- John Milton, Sonnet XIX - On His Blindness.
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless鈥攐f cities fill鈥檇 with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproachi
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