The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
I as little fear that God will damn a man that has charity, as I hope that the priests can save one who has not.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.