There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

The year is dying in the night.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.

Nature is one with rapine, a harm no preacher can heal; The Mayfly is torn by the swallow, the sparrow speared by the shrike, And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.