Yes, marriage is hateful, detestable. A kind of ineffable, sickening disgust seizes my mind when I think of this most despotic, most unrequited fetter which prejudice has forged to confine its energies.

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

Deep truth is imageless.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

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

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

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