At the very time that philosophers of the most enterprising benevolence were founding in Greece those institutions which have rendered it the wonder and luminary of the world, am I required to believe that the weak and wicked king of an obscure and barbarous nation, a murderer, a traitor and a tyrant, was the man after God's own heart?

The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

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

A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.