As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the abysses of the deep, all objects of our life, even life itself, and the poor pittance which the laws allow of liberty, the fellowship of man, those duties which his heart of human love should urge him to perform instinctively, are bought and sold as in a public mart of not disguising selfishness, that sets on each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.

Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes - are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?