My neighbour, or my servant, or my child, has done me an injury, and it is just that he should suffer an injury in return. Such is the doctrine which Jesus Christ summoned his whole resources of persuasion to oppose.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.

I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

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

Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows!

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.