Most long lives resemble those threads of gossamer, the nearest approach to nothing unmeaningly prolonged, scarce visible pathways of some worm from his cradle to his grave.

Earth's biggest country 's gut her soul, An' risen up earth's greatest nation.

Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.

Borrowed garments never keep one warm.

In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

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.

Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still.