I Am Not Ashamed To Confess That

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Friendship Is Nothing Else Than Entire Fellow Feeling As To All Things Human And Divine With Mutual Good-will And Affection; And I Doubt Whether Anything Better Than This, Wisdom Alone Excepted, Has Been Given To Man.

The Administration Of Government, Like A Guardianship Ought To Be Directed To The Good Of Those Who Confer, Not Of Those Who Receive The Trust.

When Time And Need Require, We Should Resist With All Our Might, And Prefer Death To Slavery And Disgrace.

History Is Indeed The Witness Of The Times, The Light Of Truth.