Let the dead Past bury its dead!

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.