This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.