Enthusiasm Is The Intoxication Of Earnestness.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.

We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.