Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.