Man, Man, Is Thy Brother, And Thy

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

The People Will Not Allow Themselves To Be Changed Into Hogs By The Circes Of Atheism. Their Souls Will Flash Indignation Against Their Transformers. A Day Will Come When They Will See That They Are Impoverished Under The Pretext Of Being Enriched; That, When They Are Robbed Of Their Souls And Of God, Both Their Titles To Liberty Are Stolen From Them.

It Is The Qualities Of The Heart, Not Those Of The Face, That Should Attract Us In Women, Because The Former Are Durable, The Latter Transitory. So Lovable Women, Like Roses, Retain Their Sweetness Long After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

Yet, In These Autumn Days When Nature Expires, Here, In These Veiled Scenes, I Find More Attractions; It Is A Friend's Sad Goodbye; It Is The Last Smile From Lips That Death Is Going To Close Forever!

Poets And Heroes Are Of The Same Race, The Latter Do What The Former Conceive.