Not In Vain Is Ireland Pouring Itself

The Boughs Of No Two Trees Ever Have The Same Arrangement. Nature Always Produces Individuals; She Never Produces Classes.

But Men Never Violate The Laws Of God Without Suffering The Consequences, Sooner Or Later.

In The First Place, The Government Ought Not To Be Invested With Power To Control The Affections, Any More Than The Consciences Of Citizens. A Man Has At Least As Good A Right To Choose His Wife, As He Has To Choose His Religion. His Taste May Not Suit His Neighbors; But So Long As His Deportment Is Correct, They Have No Right To Interfere With His Concerns.

The Eye Of Genius Has Always A Plaintive Expression, And Its Natural Language Is Pathos.

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.