I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .

Everytime we say that god is the author of some phenomenon, that signifies that we are ignorant of how such a phenomenon was caused by the forces of nature.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

If a person's religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless