Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? A Word from the Psalmist.

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.