As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.