Religion pervades intensely the whole frame of society, and is according to the temper of the mind which it inhabits, a passion, a persuasion, an excuse, a refuge; never a check.
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
I love all waste and solitary places.
Love's very pain is sweet
a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought