The enthusiastic and pleasing illusions of youth

All creeds and opinions are nothing but the mere result of chance and temperament.

Nothing but the infinite Pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life.

America, I raised a boy for you. America, you'll find him staunch and true, Place a gun upon his shoulder, He is ready to die or do. America, he is my only one; My hope, my pride and joy, But if I had another, He would march beside his …

All sensible people agree in thinking that large seminaries of young ladies, though managed with all the vigilance and caution which human abilities can exert, are in danger of great corruption.

How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view.

Man—vir, woman—femina, go to make up the man—homo. There can be no comparison, no rivalry between them; they are the complement of each other, and a little child shall lead them.