Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns
Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Life is but a day at most.
Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!
Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.