Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.

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.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.