Liberty May Be Gained, But

Base Souls Have No Faith In Great Individuals.

You Forget That The Fruits Belong To All And That The Land Belongs To No One.

Days Of Absence, Sad And Dreary, Clothed In Sorrow's Dark Array, - Days Of Absence, I Am Weary; She I Love Is Far Away.

I May Not Be Better Than Other People, But At Least I'm Different.

I Loved Too Sincerely, Too Completely, I Venture To Say, To Be Able To Be Happy Easily.