I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.
To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.
What millions died - that Caesar might be great!
Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.
