Cant is the parrot talk of a profession.

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Democracy is the healthful lifeblood which circulates through the veins and arteries, which supports the system, but which ought never to appear externally, and as the mere blood itself.

We have to administer the law whether we like it or no.

What comes from the heart goes to the heart

A woman in a single state may be happy and may be miserable; but most happy, most miserable, these are epithets belonging to a wife.

Oh, the difficulty of fixing the attention of men on the world within them!