Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.