In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

A mule has neither pride of ancestry nor hope of posterity

Hope is the only bee that makes honey without flowers.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

A great man is a torch in the darkness, a beacon in superstition's night, an inspiration and a prophecy.