To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.
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 Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?