And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!
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.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.