Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked >>
Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul. >>
It is with our judgments as with our watches: no two go just alike, ye >>
It was his peculiar happiness that he scarcely ever found a stranger w >>
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. >>
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and b >>
By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned; By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned.