And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.