Terrible as is war, it yet displays the spiritual grandeur of man daring to defy his mightiest hereditary enemy--death.

Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

The dragon-fly is dancing, - Is on the water glancing, She flits about with nimble wing, The flickering, fluttering, restless thing. Besotted chafers all admire Her light-blue, gauze-like, neat attire; They laud her blue complexion, And think her shape perfection.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...

Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.