I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.
His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.
I find that I can have no enjoyment in the world but the continual drinking of knowledge. I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world.