True freedom is to share All the chains our brothers wear, And, with heart and hand, to be Earnest to make others free!

All thoughts that mold the age begin deep down within the primitive soul.

Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified.

Now on the hills I hear the thunder mutter... Nearer and nearer rolls the thunder-clap, - You can hear the quick heart of the tempest beat.... Look! look! that livid flash! And instantly follows the rattling thunder, As if some cloud-crag, split asunder, Fell, splintering with a ruinous crash, On the Earth, which crouches in silence under; And now a solid gray wall of rain Shuts off the landscape, mile by mile.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.

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