Quotes by Eliza Cook

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