The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man.

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.