Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.