O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!

Methinks I will not die quite happy without having seen something of that Rome of which I have read so much.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.

The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.

Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries!

A ruin should always be protected but never repaired - thus may we witness full the lingering legacies of the past.