Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.