My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.

We Must Not Be Guilty Of Taking The Law Into Our Own Hands, And Converting It From What It Really Is To What We Think It Ought To Be.

For Mother's Sake The Child Was Dear, And Dearer Was The Mother For The Child.

'tis A Month Before The Month Of May, And The Spring Comes Slowly Up This Way.

Milton Has Carefully Marked In His Satan The Intense Selfishness, The Alcohol Of Egotism, Which Would Rather Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heaven.