Who Dares To Say That He Alone

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

I Feel A Kind Of Reverence For The First Books Of Young Authors. There Is So Much Aspiration In Them, So Much Audacious Hope And Trembling Fear, So Much Of The Heart's History, That All Errors And Shortcomings Are For A While Lost Sight Of In The Amiable Self Assertion Of Youth.

Death Is Better Than Disease.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!