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.
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
O America! Because you build for mankind I build for you.
My words itch at your ears till you understand them
All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it