Eliza Cook Quotes
- Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
- How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.
- Why should we strive, with cynic frown, to knock their fairy castles down?
- There's a magical tie to the land of our home, which the heart cannot break, though the footsteps may roam.
- Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.