We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

Any relations in a social order will endure if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy, which qualifies life for immortality.

We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.

Reason, alas, does not remove mountains. It only tries to walk around them, and see what is on the other side.

There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.

In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.