Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.

Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.

Credit is like a looking-glass, which when once sullied by a breath, may be wiped clear again; but if once cracked can never be repaired.