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

[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.

The discontent with the existing order of things pervaded the atmosphere, wherever the conditions were favorable, long before Columbus, seeking the back door of Asia, found himself knocking at the front door of America.

What a sense of security in an old book which Time has criticized for us!

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity