And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.

I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.