I love tranquil solitude.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences of the benignant God.

The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

It is among men of genius and science that atheism alone is found.