Brute animals have the vowel sounds; man only can utter consonants.
Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.
He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration.
Death but supplies the oil for the inextinguishable lamp of life.
I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.
There are three classes into which all the women past seventy that ever I knew were to be divided: 1. That dear old soul; 2. That old woman; 3. That old witch.