Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field.

The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any thanks for his favor, I cannot avoid confessing that I owe a secret grudge to his carpentership.

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

All love is sweet, given or received.