Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.

Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!

Much as the sage may affect to despise the opinion of the world, there are few who would not rather expose their lives a hundred times than be condemned to live on, in society, but not of it - a by-word of reproach to all who know their history, and a mark for scorn to point his finger at.

In reading The History of Nations, we find that, like individuals, they have their whims and their peculiarities, their seasons of excitement and recklessness, when they care not what they do. We find that whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object and go mad in its pursuit; that millions of people become simultaneously impressed with one delusion, and run after it, till their attention is caught by some new folly more captivating than the first.