Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.

Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass

Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.