Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.