What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

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

All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil

I love all waste and solitary places.

Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.

Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.

Peace is in the grave.