One Certainly Has A Soul; But How

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

When Age Chills The Blood, When Our Pleasures Are Past - For Years Fleet Away With The Wings Of The Dove - The Dearest Remembrance Will Still Be The Last, Our Sweetest Memorial The First Kiss Of Love.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.

Tyranny Is Far The Worst Of Treasons. Dost Thou Deem None Rebels Except Subjects? The Prince Who Neglects Or Violates His Trust Is More A Brigand Than The Robber-chief.

Liberty - Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind