He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

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?

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming