Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.