Religion pervades intensely the whole frame of society, and is according to the temper of the mind which it inhabits, a passion, a persuasion, an excuse, a refuge; never a check.

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.