The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

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

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.