Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Can man be free if woman be a slave?

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

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.