His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

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