The Spring Is Already Here With Her

[on John Brown:] The Poor Wretch Is Hanged, But From His Grave A Root Of Bitterness Will Spring, The Fruit Of Which At No Distant Day May Be Disunion And Civil War.

I Never Desire To Know Anything Of The Detail Of Political Measures, Lest Even Those Which I Think Best Should Lose Anything Of Their Intrinsic Value To Me, By Seeing What Low, Paltry, Personal Motives And Base Machinery And Dirty Hands Have Helped To Bring Them About.

The Master's Irresponsible Power Has No Such Bound.

Modesty Is A Diamond Setting To Female Beauty.

Better Trust All, And Be Deceived, And Weep That Trust And That Deceiving, Than Doubt One Heart, That If Believed Had Blessed One's Life With True Believing.