There was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was petticoat government.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all; in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world's condemnation, a mother still loves on, and still hopes that her child may turn from his evil ways, and repent; still she remembers the infant smiles that once filled her bosom with rapture, the merry laugh, the joyful shout of his childhood, the opening promise of his youth; and she can never be brought to think him all unworthy.

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.

I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!

Poetry had breathed over and sanctified the land.