There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

The conceptions which any nation or individual entertains of the God of its popular worship may be inferred from their own actions and opinions, which are the subjects of their approbation among their fellow-men.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .

The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Jealousy's eyes are green.