I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

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

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

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.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!