For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'dAnd the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still
Adversity is the first path to truth.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
For what were all these country patriots born To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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