The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.