I Never Knew A Trader In Philanthropy

Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind, And Blow The Dry Leaves From The Tree! Flash, Like A Love-thought, Thro'me, Death And Take A Life That Wearies Me.

The Three Great Ends Which A Statesman Ought To Propose To Himself In The Government Of A Nation Are, — 1. Security To Possessors; 2. Facility To Acquirers; And 3. Hope To All.

Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

Whenever Philosophy Has Taken Into Its Plan Religion, It Has Ended In Skepticism; And Whenever Religion Excludes Philosophy, Or The Spirit Of Free Inquiry, It Leads To Willful Blindness And Superstition.

Poetry Is Certainly Something More Than Good Sense, But It Must Be Good Sense, At All Events, Just As A Palace Is More Than A House, But It Must Be A House, At Least.