How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.

I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.