It seems to me that, with but slight reserve and modification, we may apply to our departed friend his own pathetic and beautiful elegy upon another.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
Votes should be weighed not counted.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
There are occasions when the general belief of the people, even though it be groundless, works its effect as sure as truth itself.
At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.
And what are we doing if we are not doing God's Will?
There is no post-911. Everything from now until the end of time is post-911.
Our nation must come together to unite.