The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

O Lovely Eyes Of Azure, Clear As The Waters Of A Brook That Run Limpid And Laughing In The Summer Sun!

Every Human Heart Is Human.

There's Not A Ship That Sails The Ocean, But Every Climate, Every Soil, Must Bring Its Tribute, Great Or Small, And Help To Build The Wooden Wall!

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.