God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist.
Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friend.
Love's very pain is sweet
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
Poet's food is love and fame.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.