Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

To bear is to conquer our fate.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

He scorn’d his own, who felt another’s woe.

Fear is like mind-cancer; it is a disease of consciousness, a dysfunctional condition of ignorance trapped within a little picture.

Big Truth, once understood and assimilated, always modifies your intent, and invariably leads to personal change.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I’m sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.