I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.