Men! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave?

Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and wrong cannot long prevail.

A wise man travels to discover himself.

Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever!

That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

Certainly it is no shame to a man that he should be as nice about his country as his sweetheart, yet it would not be wise to hold everyone an enemy who could not see her with our own enchanted eyes.

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.