As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.