The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.

If a person's religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

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

The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunner of a barbarism scarcely capable of cure.