Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

Freedom is the only law which genius knows.

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

Pride and weakness are Siamese twins.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.

Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.