My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But, before I go, Tom Moore. Here's a double health to thee!

As the liberty lads o'er the sea Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Shall die fighting or live free, And down with all kings but Ki…

Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate: And, whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.

And a firm will, and a deep sense, Which even in torture can descry Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy

Depression presents itself as a realism regarding the rottenness of the world in general and the rottenness of your life in particular.

Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.

Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness. The truths we respect are those born of affliction. We measu…