Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.