The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunner of a barbarism scarcely capable of cure.

Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

A dream has power to poison sleep.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

Deep truth is imageless.