Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.

Think, in mounting higher, the angels would press on us, and aspire to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.