There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.
The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.