Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Near that a dusty paint-box, some odd hooks, A half-burnt match, an ivory block, three books, Where conic sections, spherics, logarithms, To great Laplace, from Saunderson and Sims, Lie heaped in their harmonious disarray Of figures,-disentangle them who may.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with. . . . Time will reverse the judgement of the vulgar.

Jesus Christ opposed with earnest eloquence the panic fears and hateful superstitions which have enslaved mankind for ages.

A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren.