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.

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.