Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

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

If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

Yes, marriage is hateful, detestable. A kind of ineffable, sickening disgust seizes my mind when I think of this most despotic, most unrequited fetter which prejudice has forged to confine its energies.

A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.

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.