He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for others' good, is a poor, frozen churl

A willing heart adds feather to the heel And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

This will be triumph! this will be happiness! yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.

The fears of one class of men are not the measure of the rights of another.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.