We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend, To cold oblivion.

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

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasure of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.