Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Hammer your thoughts into unity.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

What's memory but the ash That chokes our fires that have begun to sink?

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.