Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.

In Sad Truth, Half Our Forebodings Of Our Neighbors Are But Our Own Wishes, Which We Are Ashamed To Utter In Any Other Form.

I Do Love Violets; They Tell The History Of Woman's Love.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.