Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death

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

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

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