Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

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

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.