Evil and good are God's right hand and left.
He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.