What I have to say is far more important than how long my eyelashes are.

Where, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!

Teach self-denial and make its practice pleasure, and you can create for the world a destiny more sublime that ever issued from the brain of the wildest dreamer.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

He that follows the advice of reason has a mind that is elevated above the reach of injury; that sits above the clouds, in a calm and quiet ether, and with a brave indifferency hears the rolling thunders grumble and burst under his feet.