Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?

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

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.