For Whatever Is Truly Wondrous And Fearful

A Man Of True Science... Thinks, That By Mouthing Hard Words, He Proves That He Understands Hard Things.

If Shakespeare Has Not Been Equalled, He Is Sure To Be Surpassed, And Surpassed By An American Born Now Or Yet To Be Born.

Who In The Rainbow Can Draw The Line Where The Violet Tint Ends And The Orange Tint Begins?

How Feeble Is All Language To Describe The Horrors We Inflict Upon These Wretches, Whom We Mason Up In The Cells Of Our Prisons, And Condemn To Perpetual Solitude In The Very Heart Of Our Population.

O Death, The Consecrator! Nothing So Sanctifies A Name As To Be Written--dead. Nothing So Wins A Life From Blame, So Covers It From Wrath And Shame, As Doth The Burial-bed.