Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

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.

Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise, and great, and good interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.

There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...

Joy, once lost, is pain

I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend, To cold oblivion.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.