My religion of life is always to be cheerful.

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.

The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.