Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?
Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.
True self-love and social are the same.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.