» Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
» O Time and change! -- with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
» Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
» They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
» The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.
» Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
» Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating.
» When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
» Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
» One brave deed makes no hero.