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.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.

What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?

A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.

Look back, and smile on perils past.

Welcome as the flowers in May.