They never fail who die in a great cause.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so.