An atheist is but a mad, ridiculous derider of piety, but a hypocrite makes a sober jest of God and religion; he finds it easier to be upon his knees than to rise to a good action.
There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
And write about it, Goddess, and about it!