Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.