"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;

I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him."

"But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'"

"I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you

Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain

And the salmon sing in the street,

I’ll love you till the ocean

Is folded and hung up to dry"

"I would have given anything for the power to soothe her frail soul, tormenting itself in its invincible ignorance like a small bird beating about the cruel wires of a cage.”

When the going gets tough, the tough get going.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter’d isle,

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England…

“Elderly American ladies leaning on their canes listed toward me like towers of Pisa.”

Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

“I must be cruel to be kind.”

“The western wave was all a-flame.

The day was well was nigh done!

Almost upon the western wave

Rested the broad bright Sun”

“Her mouth was a fountain of delight."