Ink is the transcript of thought.

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!

The greatness of a popular character is less according to the ratio of his genius than the sympathy he shows with the prejudices and even the absurdities of his time. Fanatics do not select the cleverest but the most fanatical leaders as was evidenced in the choice of Robespierre by the French Jacobins, and in that of Cromwell by the English Puritans.

Poetry is the morning dream of great minds.

I am the fellow citizen of every being that thinks; my country is Truth.

Man is God by his faculty for thought.