Good but rarely came from good advice.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.

I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.