Shakespeare Is Not Our Poet, But The

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?

Nations, Like Individuals, Interest Us In Their Growth.

Patience, Piety, And Salutary Knowledge Spring Up And Ripen Under The Harrow Of Affliction; Before There Is Wine Or Oil, The Grape Must Be Trodden And The Oil Pressed.

The Spirit Of Greece, Passing Through And Ascending Above The World, Hath So Animated Universal Nature, That The Very Rocks And Woods, The Very Torrents And Wilds Burst Forth With It.

No Friendship Is So Cordial Or So Delicious As That Of Girl For Girl; No Hatred So Intense And Immovable As That Of Woman For Woman.