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

It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

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.

Those who love are but one step from heaven.

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.