When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.

I don't believe in principle, but I do in interest.

All free governments, whatever their name, are in reality governments by public opinion ; and it is on the quality of this public opinion that their prosperity depends. It is, therefore, their first duty to purify the element from which they draw the breath of life.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

The gift without the giver is rare.