I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.

Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.

Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

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.

Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city