'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'

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

Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.