I Loved My Country, And

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Of Religion I Know Nothing -- At Least, In Its Favor.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.