A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done
The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Pity swells the tide of love.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.