Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

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.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.