The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of

Those Who Will Not Reason, Are Bigots, Those Who Cannot, Are Fools, And Those Who Dare Not, Are Slaves.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

Have Not All Past Human Beings Parted, And Must Not All The Present, One Day Part?

I Loved My Country, And I Hated Him.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?