A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

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

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

The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?