It is not miserable to be blind; it is miserable to be incapable of en >>
Fear of change perplexes monarchs. >>
And when night, darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Bel >>
France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these draw >>
Great countries are those that produce great people. >>
Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still. >>
Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.