Our purpose is to grow up and become love

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

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

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage.