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.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.