The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

It is among men of genius and science that atheism alone is found.

Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

All love is sweet, given or received.

... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.