The planter the farmer the mechanic and the laborer... form the great body of the people of the United States they are the bone and sinew of the country men who love liberty and desire nothing but equal rights and equal laws.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no...
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.
He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.