In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

In the storm, like a prophet o'ermaddened, Thou singest and tossest thy branches; Thy heart with the terror is gladdened, Thou forebodest the dread avalanches.... In the calm thou o'erstretchest the valleys With thine arms, as if blessings imploring, Like an old king led forth from his palace, When his people to battle are pouring.

Ez fer war, I call it murder,- There you hev it plain an' flat; I don't want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . An' you 've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God.

Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?

Freedom is the only law which genius knows.