Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

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!

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?