Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Que >>
Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like play >>
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humilit >>
Nations do not think, they only feel. They get their feelings at secon >>
The policy of Russia is changeless. Its methods, its tactics, its mane >>
There was never a nation that became great until it came to the knowle >>
I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language -- religion -- government -- blood -- identity in these makes men of one country.