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.

He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.

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

He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.