Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.

In proportion to the love existing among men, so will be the community of property and power. Among true and real friends, all is common; and, were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friends. The only perfect and genuine republic is that which comprehends every living being. Those distinctions which have been artificially set up, of nations, societies, families, and religions, are only general names, expressing the abhorrence and contempt with which men blindly consider their fellowmen.