Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.

Spirit itself is not human; it may spring up in any life... it may exist in all animals, and who know in how many undreamt-of beings, or in the midst of what worlds?

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

There is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves.

All beauties are to be honored, but only one embraced.

Religion is indeed a convention which a man must be bred in to endure with any patience; and yet religion, for all its poetic motley, comes closer than work-a-day opinion to the heart of things.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.