If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

She burned too bright for this world.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous