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.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.