O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?
It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
The ring of a false coin is not more recognizable than that of a rhyme setting forth a false sorrow.
Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.
Sorrow itself is not so hard to bear As the thought of sorrow coming. Airy ghosts, That work no harm, do terrify us more Than men in steel with bloody purposes. Death is not dreadful; 'tis the dread of death— We die whene'er we think of it!