Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.