Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.