We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

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

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?