The dew of compassion is a tear.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

Think'st thou there is no tyranny but that Of blood and chains? The despotism of vice-- The weakness and the wickedness of luxury-- The negligence--the apathy--the evils Of sensual sloth--produces ten thousand tyrants, Whose delegated cruelty surpasses The worst acts of one energetic master, However harsh and hard in his own bearing.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.