There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

Only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.

Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.