Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
For mysterious things of faith, rely on the proponent, Heaven's authority.
What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.
They say everything in the world is good for something.
Desire of greatness is a godlike sin.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.