No sincere desire of doing good need make an enemy of a single human being; that philanthropy has surely a flaw in it which cannot sympathize with the oppressor equally as with the oppressed.

Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.