No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance