No Music Is So Pleasant To My

Flowers Have Spoken To Me More Than I Can Tell In Written Words. They Are The Hieroglyphics Of Angels, Loved By All Men For The Beauty Of Their Character, Though Few Can Decipher Even Fragments Of Their Meaning.

Affectation Is Fond Of Making A Greater Show Than Reality. ... Nature And Truth Have Never Learned To Blow The Trumpet, And Never Will.

Not In Vain Is Ireland Pouring Itself All Over The Earth. The Irish, With Their Glowing Hearts And Reverent Credulity, Are Needed In This Cold Age Of Intellect And Skepticism.

There Have Always Been A Large Class Of Thinkers Who Deny That The World Makes Any Progress. They Say We Move In A Circle; That Evils Are Never Conquered, But Only Change Their Forms.

Woman Stock Is Rising In The Market. I Shall Not Live To See Women Vote, But I'll Come And Rap On The Ballot Box.