Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

There Is Surely Room For Yet Another Schoolmaster When A Score Of Seers Advertise Themselves In Boston Newspapers.

The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.