Great Orators Who Are Not Also Great

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.

It Was Pleasant To Me To Get A Letter From You The Other Day. Perhaps I Should Have Found It Pleasanter If I Had Been Able To Decipher It. I Don't Think That I Mastered Anything Beyond The Date (which I Knew) And The Signature (which I Guessed At). There's A Singular And A Perpetual Charm In A Letter Of Yours; It Never Grows Old, It Never Loses Its Novelty. Other Letters Are Read And Thrown Away And Forgotten, But Yours Are Kept Forever - Unread. One Of Them Will Last A Reasonable Man A Lifetime.

With The Tears A Land Hath Shed. Their Graves Should Ever Be Green.

After A Debauch Of Thunder-shower, The Weather Takes The Pledge And Signs It With A Rainbow.

What Probing Deep Has Ever Solved The Mystery Of Sleep?