A savage place! As holy and enchanted/As e'er beneath the waning moon was haunted/By woman wailing for her Demon Lover!

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth, will proceed by loving his sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all.

Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. For what is enthusiasm but the oblivion and swallowing-up of self in an object dearer than self?

A nation to be great ought to be compressed in its increment by nations more civilized than itself.

Within today, tomorrow is already walking.