As there is much beast and some devil in man, so is there some angel and some God in him. The beast and the devil may be conquered, but in this life never destroyed.

An orphan's curse would drag to hell, a spirit from on high; but oh! more horrible than that, is a curse in a dead man's eye!

The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.

The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space.

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

Not one man in a thousand has either strength of mind or goodness of heart to be an Atheist. I repeat it. Not one man in a thousand has either strength of mind or goodness of heart to be an Atheist.

Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.