Music Causes Us To Think Eloquently.

The Gentleman Is A Man Of Truth, Lord Of His Own Actions, And Expressing That Lordship In His Behavior, Not In Any Manner Dependent And Servile Either On Persons, Or Opinions, Or Possessions.

The South-wind Brings Life, Sunshine And Desire, And On Every Mount And Meadow Breathes Aromatic Fire; But Over The Dead He Has No Power, The Lost, The Lost, He Cannot Restore; And, Looking Over The Hills, I Mourn The Darling Who Shall Not Return.

As Long As Any Man Exists, There Is Some Need Of Him.

Tis A Rule Of Manners To Avoid Exaggeration.

No Man Ever Prayed Heartily Without Learning Something.