Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Deep truth is imageless.

I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.

The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!