'Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Happy the man who sees a God employed in all the good and ills that checker life.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.