Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!

I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

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

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

Deep truth is imageless.

Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.