The Devil Was The First Democrat

My Beautiful, My Own My Only Venice-this Is Breath! Thy Breeze Thine Adrian Sea-breeze, How It Fans My Face! Thy Very Winds Feel Native To My Veins, And Cool Them Into Calmness!

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

History, With All Her Volumes Vast, Hath But One Page.

Of All The Horrid, Hideous Notes Of Woe, Sadder Than Owl-songs Or The Midnight Blast; Is That Portentous Phrase, "i Told You So.