Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.

Love's very pain is sweet

Jesus Christ opposed with earnest eloquence the panic fears and hateful superstitions which have enslaved mankind for ages.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability!

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.