Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

I love tranquil solitude.

Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.

The same means that have supported every other popular belief have supported Christianity. War, imprisonment, and falsehood; deeds of unexampled and incomparable atrocity have made it what it is.

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.