The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

High in the air rises the forest of oaks, high over the oaks soar the eagle, high over the eagle sweep the clouds, high over the clouds gleam the stars... high over the stars sweep the angels.

Whether a revolution succeeds or fails people of great hearts will always be sacrificed to it.

The dragon-fly is dancing, - Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire Her light-blue, gauze-like, neat attire; They laud her blue complexion, And think her shape perfection.

The Bible is the great family chronicle of the Jews.