Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
As belief is a passion of the mind, no degree of criminality is attachable to disbelief.
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
No more let life divide what death can join together.
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.