You would attain to the divine perfection.

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!