Washington Irving

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the read more

The moon of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry
of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of
the screechowl.

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

Great minds have purposes; little minds have wishes. Little minds are subdued by misfortunes; great minds rise above them.

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of read more

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, read more

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.