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

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

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

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

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.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.