The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

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

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Tomorrow let us do or die!

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

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!