I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!