If those gentlemen would let me alone I should be much obliged to them. I would say, as Shakespeare would say... Sweet Friend, for Jesus sake forbear.
The world is a republic of mediocrities, and always was.
What unknown seas of feeling lie in man, and will from time to time break through!
Nature, after all, is still the grand agent in making poets.
Once the mind has been expanded by a big idea, it will never go back to its original state.
No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.